Suppose I said that this was all inside your head,
that all this sin was just delaying your beginning?
All these words,
empty crimson resolutions,
could do no more than pay homage to graven idols,
but Love knows better.
No ashen marks,
no mere ancient execution,
can substitute for Scientific absolution.
Pure desire, a fervent knocking at the door,
will do more to lead us through to true remission.
It's all what you do,
and you can do what you need to,
for Love knows better.
We'll drink no more of the fruit of earthly vines,
but drink the cup of all discernment,
like a page from Paul's excursions,
putting off the works of darkness.
It's all what you do,
and you can do what you need to,
for Love knows better.
that all this sin was just delaying your beginning?
All these words,
empty crimson resolutions,
could do no more than pay homage to graven idols,
but Love knows better.
No ashen marks,
no mere ancient execution,
can substitute for Scientific absolution.
Pure desire, a fervent knocking at the door,
will do more to lead us through to true remission.
It's all what you do,
and you can do what you need to,
for Love knows better.
We'll drink no more of the fruit of earthly vines,
but drink the cup of all discernment,
like a page from Paul's excursions,
putting off the works of darkness.
It's all what you do,
and you can do what you need to,
for Love knows better.