It Makes Me Wonder

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