I Am Your Bible

Sleepless and in sync this golden age
Where lovers turn to leaches in the sheets
Grab your armour here we go again
When time rolls round
Seek it out and sleep till you’re completely bound to me
Did Mr. Mystery’s fingers come to play
For I’ve heard you’ve been sleeping with the Wicker Man
While the you you’ve left behind sweeps your mind’s basement
Does that kid still paint you pictures now and then?
When dying globes glow
Twinkling storms
It turns me on
It keeps you bound to me
To me
Hot on the case
They come again
Silently scissor-eyed
Caught in the craze?
Losing the faith?
Don’t you know I am your bible?
Hot on the case
They come again
Silently scissor-eyed
Caught in the craze?
Losing the faith?
Don’t you know I am your bible?
Hot on the case
They come again
Silently scissor-eyed
Caught in the craze?
Losing the faith?
Don’t you know I am your bible?
Don’t you know I am your bible?