god’s pornography

we go deeper and deeper and deeper still.

don’t know anyone who’s had their fill.

our human lives are the angels erotica.

you could have met me there if you wanted to.

sat with you on that roof that night.

you bummed a cigarette and stole my light.

taste of metal and man how i wanted to

touch your skin as we laid back to check the moon.

we go deeper and deeper and deeper still.

don’t know anyone who won’t say they will.

our human lives are the angel’s erotica.

you could have passed right by if you wanted to.

sunday morning and blades of grass.

tangled hair and waves that crash

you were right I needed sympathy.

bottle of jack and a dose of benzedrine.

maybe i could write the greatest song.

get all the angels to sing along.

get you back in the back of a limousine.

take you places you’d thought you’d never see.

we go deeper and deeper and deeper still.

can’t move forward against your will.

our human lives are the angel’s erotica.

We swapped our lovers and sold what we wanted to.

back in the house where we used to live.

back in the days when we used to give.

millions and millions of lifetimes ago,

did they need to have reasons and things to know?

we search all around for the meaning of life,

and can’t even look each other in the eye.

back in the day it was easy to see.

i was you and you were me.

now the only time i see you is through the glass.

a quick hello and you step on the gas.

lookin at the red tail lights staring back at me

what i’d do for one more memory.

one last chance at one last kiss.

one more try for one more miss.

in the rearview mirror it looks like ecstasy.

in the backseat when everything was free.

we go deeper and deeper and deeper still.

it’s been a while since you’ve had your fill.

our human lives are the angels’ erotica.

i guess i could have found you there if i wanted to.

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