Lark’s Echo

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

I have no time for confession

For I'm too busy committing sins

My love is something special

I never met someone like you

You'd make me fall from heaven

But I know just what I do

Angel he calls me

Does he know that I'm falling

From a precipice that I tripped off long ago

You're so pure, he says

Does he know I'm forsaken

The original sinner

But soon he'll know

For if I'm going down

I guess I'll take you with me

Naked in that garden

Back at the beginning

Now in your arms

You're faithless, for you pitched me

Against your holy father

And it seems I am winning

But I don't

I feel your hands grabbing my throat

As you say

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

I have no time for confession

For I'm too busy committing sins

My love, you're something special

I never met someone like you

You'd make me fall from heaven

But I know just what I do

Devil you call me

But seem to be enjoying

The fruits of my labour that came to me too young

When he stole my virtue

I'm glad it seems to serve you

That I was born a daughter and not a son

For if I'm going down

I guess I'll take you with me

Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing

And I will tell you now

That I'm not even singing

There's no escape for some

Least of all for me

I feel you lips kissing my feet

But even so

You want me on my knees to pray

Or play some other pleasing role

But never wonder

Where I must have learnt it all

You want me to transgress

Whilst I am in my Sunday best

And all the while have no respect

As you eat it up whole

My body and my blood

You've claimed it now, so come drink up

And there's no need to be concerned

About what's left when you are done because

You've got me on my knees to pray

Or play some other pleasing role

But never wonder