"Incandescent Morning" lyrics
The twisted face of a martyred saint
Your thighs around my neck
The doves coo in astonishment
Us inspired and erect
A holy show exalting all
Our riches laid to ruin
You turn into a harpsichord
I'll pluck another tune
A cigarette to smoke then
As incense fills the room
You cup your hands around the tip
Behold the glowing plume
Then ask me for a drag and so
I blow into your mouth
Then you get up in all your truth
And chase the demons out
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
We both conduct the chorus at dawn
You shown me some new spells
With a flick of the wrist you say knowingly
That's the thing about sex kid it sells
In the crumb encrusted bread knife
I inspect my reflection now
Well the fame came too quick
Was like a pick n mix
Yet your lips are still twitching somehow
So we kiss just to avoid a row
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
Then I dreamt something pure yet obscene
In the face of the current regime
We were angels on a beach, it was raining
But nobody wanted for nothing
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
My God it's good to lie with you
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
That's the thing about sex kid it sells
Your thighs around my neck
The doves coo in astonishment
Us inspired and erect
A holy show exalting all
Our riches laid to ruin
You turn into a harpsichord
I'll pluck another tune
A cigarette to smoke then
As incense fills the room
You cup your hands around the tip
Behold the glowing plume
Then ask me for a drag and so
I blow into your mouth
Then you get up in all your truth
And chase the demons out
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
We both conduct the chorus at dawn
You shown me some new spells
With a flick of the wrist you say knowingly
That's the thing about sex kid it sells
In the crumb encrusted bread knife
I inspect my reflection now
Well the fame came too quick
Was like a pick n mix
Yet your lips are still twitching somehow
So we kiss just to avoid a row
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
Then I dreamt something pure yet obscene
In the face of the current regime
We were angels on a beach, it was raining
But nobody wanted for nothing
My God it's good to lie with you
Tear the pages from the book
Before you paint me black and blue
In the incandescent morning
My God it's good to lie with you
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
In the incandescent morning
When the sun lights up the wound
And the hunger's been consumed
I'll wash my face beside your grace
And return to bed with you
That's the thing about sex kid it sells
Writer(s): David Keenan
