Hey
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
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Simple things like suffering
Life has 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 we made away
With the mistake we made
But she was just 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 it's 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
Oh 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
Just burn with me
Anything
Just don't leave
Until you find in me
The room to breath
And enmity
And suffering
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
Should come to meet us
