this is how we multiply pity that it's not my wife the friction and skin the trembling sigh
this is how our bodies move with everything that we could lose pushing us deeper still the sheets and the sweat the seed and the spill the bitter pill yet undiscovered
gideon is in the drawer clothes scattered on the floor she's arching her back she screams for more
oh, my sweet rapture i hear jesus calling me home
finally the chance to breathe reaching for the fallen sheets collapsing in a glowing heap we've gone too far we've done too much we have to quit it just one more kiss just one more touch please ten more minutes
this feels so good just barely moving the tension building our bodies working to reach the goal
oh, my sweet rapture i hear jesus and the angels singing hallelujah calling me to enter the promise land