The Rope That's Wrapped Around Me is Cutting Through My Skin and The Doubts That Have Surrounded Me are Finding Their Way In i Keep It Close To Me like A Holy Man Prays in My Desperate Hour it's Better That Way
so I'll Come By And See You Again i'll Be Such A Very Good Friend have Mercy On My Soul i Will Never Let You Know where My Mind Has Been
angels Never Came Down there's No One Here They Want To Hang Around but If They Knew if They Knew You At All then One By One The Angels angels Would Fall
i've Crept Into Your Temple i Have Slept Upon Your Pew i've Dreamed Of The Divinity inside And Out Of You i Want It More Than Truth i Can Taste It On My Breath i Would Give My Life Just For A Little Death
so I'll Come By And See You Again i'll Be Just A Very Good Friend i Will Not Look Upon Your Face i Will Not Touch Upon Your Grace your Ecclesiastic Skin
i'll Come By And See You Again i'll Have To Be A Very Good Friend if I Whisper They Will Know i'll Just Turn Around And Go you Will Never Know My Sin