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