Lyrics Cherished Muscle - Stuart Warwick

Go to marble compliment
And take glamour of the church bells
In silent oh we come to our shrines
Of muscle old Gods with animal heads

You hold the sever tighter
His kisses won't draw blood
And untie these pink ribbons
And walk into this dark fog

It's the wait
It's all we've ever know
So it's day light don't send a tray
The pale wards they get there to crouch white bed
And closed eyes bleed in silence
To muscle old Gods with animal heads

You hold the sever tighter

His kisses won't draw blood
And untie these pink ribbons
And walk into this dark fog
It's the wait
It's the wait
It's the wait
It's the wait