Lyric 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