Elizabeth My worship is a secret Loose the chalice for me From the tangles of your long brown hair Let it out Hand me the cruet It's this moment that I speak of Oh, to bless my please In the rancor of your mhyrr-stained arms Let me in! Maybe I could have shown you How my mouth is like a baby's Were you ever too told To make holy of an infant's tongue? Let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go