Come find me in the shadows of the pews

This Sunday morn, once sermon’s come and gone

When worshipers have cleared, I’ll wait for you

I’ll kiss your lips beneath the roof of God. 

The Lord must hate and burn me in his fire,

But neath his holy shrine my Heaven’s found.

I’ll live and die in flames of my desire

Because my love for you, it knows no bounds. 

One day, I swear the world will shrink to us

To only you and me, our hearts a home

Through heat and Hell and flames, we won’t combust

We will emerge unburned and unalone. 

No God will ever keep us two apart.

For now we lay in pews, pressed heart to heart.