Vigilantes Of Love Love Cocoon (slow Dark Train Version)
Honey, I wanna attack your flesh with abandon
I wanna look for your fruits
I wanna put my hands on them
Pump up the thermostat beneath your skin
I wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in
I'm a moth when I fly to the light of my doom
You wrap me up in your love
Love cocoon
There's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed
Is it somewhere else?
Is it in my head?
Is it weak and tender?
Is it rough and ready?
Is it fragile and delicate?
Is it rock-hard and steady?
Now the world keeps on banging, and they come and go
It's just a part of their scenery
A part of their show
But I got this wedding band wrapped around my finger
Honey, I'll be your poet
Your gunslinger
Some call it freedom
Some call it shackle
Honey, let's get together and build a tabernacle of
holy flesh and holy mirth
Let's take what's coming and enjoy every inch worth
Now the world keeps on banging
They come and go
It's just a part of their scenery
A part of their show
