I wanna attack your flesh with glad abandon
I wanna look for your fruits and put my hand on them
I wanna turn up the thermostat beneath your skin
I wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in
I'm a moth flying into the light of his doom
You wrap me up in your love cocoon
Now there's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed
Is it somewhere else is it in my head
Is it sweet and tender is it rough and ready
Is it fragile and delicate is it rock hard steady
Now the world keeps on banging and they come and go
It's a part of their scenery it's a part of their show
But I've got this wedding band wrapped around my finger
Honey i'll be your poet darling i'll be your singer
Some call it freedom some call it shackle
But let's get together and build a tabernacle
Of holy flesh and holy mirth
We'll confute the enemy and enjoy the worth