Lay your body down.
This prison is just a movie.

A cool moon's demise
Like fools and heresy.

When I leave for Bangladesh tonight,
You can crawl in here beside me.

Who knows what we'll find?
The guilt no longer haunts me...Ahhhhhhh!!!!!

(Chants)

Old smoke and bones,
Haunting the cloaked pages
Of the Bible.
Ask Doyle, he knows.
Sweat and sin been dogging him for miles.

A gutted moan.
Some chisled stone.
A law that's been broke
Like bread
Between two lovers
In exile.

I saw my angel fall.
I picked her from the wrist.
Cleaned her dirty dress.
All the salt was stone
And pillared bone
as we turned our gaze back
to the fire...