Wedding Gloves

a melting of morals
an soulder of souls
as sexy as lace, but with just as much holes
doubts were debated and questions were raised
all the stags and the hens were stunned and amazed
the portents and omens rang as loud as the bells
with you at the alter
and me in the cells

are you still breathing?
are you holding in
was it you i heard sniffing?
when you were stooped at the sink
are we still breathing
are we holding it in?
after all of the swimming
are we beginning to sink
the dress will decay
by being??????
you can scrub you can soak
ut you can't wash me out
you can call it perversion
ou can call it a kink
but no one can see us
theres no need to think

are you still breathing
are you holding it in
was it you i heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink
are we still breathing
are we holding it in
after all of the swimming are we begining to sink
all of these old stains
all of them ours
anniversary fingerprints
scattered all through the house
do you even remember
what we said in the vows
god was watching you on saturday
but he is not with us now
with us now
turn away from me darling
face to the wall
turn the big light out
i have locked the front door
squeeze on you wet thumbs?
your hand to the wall
its the only prostherity
the would grab me at all
rab me at all
gripping in your wedding gloves
face still touched my face
tens of years of pain and love
come rushing back again
gripping in your wedding glove
face still touched my face
ten years of pai and love
come rushing back again