There seems to be some kind of power at work here
A magic, comprised of both darkness and light
Determined to watch us climb inside each other
The physical flux, the spiritual flight
And even the tide seem to rise with our tempers
And fall, when we lie with our limbs intertwined
Exposing the bark, bleached like bone, with the carving
The elements bend, the sentiments bind
Chorus
Bending in ways that no body should bend see them glisten
Twisting our bones to unnatural forms hear them crack.
Through terrible silence and terrible rages
And lions on leashes and devils in cages
Hold on to me lover we're stronger together hold on
Joined at the heart the invisible vessel
Draws blood to the parts of each other we crave
Healing our wounds and inflaming our passions
The lunatic sane, the heretic saved
Bridge
In rooms left like alters to idolatrous sins
We worship in secret as desperate twins
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