port wine is dark

she shines brighter than any angel

let your wings down

turn that halo into

a navel ring

you squeezed all the bibles in the sacristy

used the ink for your tats

and i can see the revulsion of the congregation 

it only makes me want you

want you

anywhere there's crosses and bells

you got drunk on the sacramental wine

all giggles and come hither

baby you're the perfect host

the light never came through the stained glass

until you were here

don't convince yourself 

there are no bad boys on the altar

sometimes the prayer book is

lined with pornography

i heard the bells

found you the tower

your wings were raised

your glow was back

you gave me a last kiss

then you flew away