Rapture

In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,

Love lingered on to frustration.

And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?

Or am I just a picture in a photograph?

Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?

One who would not deny lovers?

And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,

Then take a look at my face and know

That till your rapture falls to pieces

Until your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me the room to breathe,

Simple things like suffering

Life had gone this way

Life is gone this way

Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along

Another life evolved to gestation

And so she made her way with the mistake we made

But she was still a picture from a photograph

So she walked in the baby's room

Knowing what she should do leaves me in

Absolute horror

She put her hands on its lips and gave it

One last kiss

And sang some tune that went

Until your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me, the room to breathe,

Simple things like suffering

And I would and I would destroy your god

Yes I would if I could destroy your god

Because you're born again

Until you're worn again,

Until your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me the room to breathe,

Sinful things are suffering

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces

But, this must be, then burn with me

Anything

Just don't leave

So find in me room to breathe

Sinful things like suffering

Till your rapture falls to pieces

She swore she heard the voice of Jesus

Telling her it was wrong to keep it

And one more thing, it looked like me

Back when it breathed

Rest in peace

Until the rapture comes to meet us