Chapel is silent The paragons have fled Who brought you here to make you confess Chapel is silent Did you hear the tear dripping off your breast
Underneath the ivory idols I dress you in a garland At the gates of perfumed garden I hear the curses of the crippled saints
You punch your tambourine Metaphor without sense
You asked for something only a woman could To taste my holy waters is to beg for Is to beg for Peacock's Foot
Golden bracelets on the floor Beast is rapping at the door Golden bracelets on the floor Beast is rapping
Twilight is creeping in Quickly find your way Born in the good times that, yeah Cherish the wine with the ring You punch tambourines One takes lives, tangerines
You asked for something only a woman could To taste my holy waters is to beg for Is to beg for Peacock's Foot
Golden bracelets on the floor Beast is rapping at the door Golden bracelets on the floor Beast is rapping at the door Golden bracelets on the floor Beast is rapping
Tears are dripping on the floor Beast is rapping at the door Tears are dripping on the floor Beast is rapping