Xymox

Sometimes I find in dreams
A whole new religion
Your body looks like heaven
I must be in number seven
For an obvious reason
I am deep in your dept
For an apparent reason
I stay in bed
I want you now, I want you now!
My body floats in heaven
In the palm of your hand
My body floats like heaven
A flaming warmth in my head
If the world and love were young
And truth on every tongue
The harshest pill to swallow
Is the hole in your soul
Someone somewhere is crying
You surely have a point
I've got no reason for lying
I reach the boiling point