Jherek Bischoff & Zac Pennington - Present Perfect (An Epithalamium) lyrics

Like blood to bruise Your clothes clung close to you & hair grown back to hues Of curls you've kept from view & mussed as it was When last I saw you As much as each of us Who'd just a**ume you knew We knew You float through the room Which traipsed, in turn, through you Retrace those restless days Now laced amongst the pews & young as we was When I last laid hands on you Your touch left most of us With tails & tongues removed & you knew So speaks the priest of last reprieves & each forever holds his peace You stumbled once at vows of trust But don't worry kid: Your secret's safe with us ...but how we all salivate when the bells ring