
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
It Makes Me Wonder |
The virgin mary on a chain |
has hit me in the mouth again |
as we explore the carnal score |
of sacred and profane |
Sulky boy won’t drink his milk |
mothers breast beneath the silk |
remains untouched it’s way too much |
reject all of that ilk |
I have to say it makes me wonder |
if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under |
i feel you scolding me Your virgin mary’s in the way |
hallucinate her face by day |
obscure the view in front of you |
it’s me here made of clay |
You’re playing near that line so thin, |
austerity? |
or just give in to endless appetite, |
embrace that white oblivion? |
I have to say it makes me wonder |
if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under |
i feel you scolding me And why so high the expectation? |
who could live up to this? |
well, there’s no time now for explanation |
cold as an angel’s kiss |
I have to say it makes me wonder |
if you were holding me to that cold blue flame that you are under |
when you were holding me |