In shone from behind
Through your dress like a sign
From heaven
Now I see the light
In your beautiful silhouette
When a dress lends to stretch
Light can make the paper thin
It’s so tight that it might
Just be painted on your skin
Gospel fiction turning factual
Revelation that my visions were true
That I’m been again was natural
There will never be another like you
Lady, don’t you know that
You’re my religion
I believe in you
You know that you’re my religion
Baby, don’t you know that
You’re my religion
All I need is you, you know that
You’re my religion
You pull the hem to your waist
Show the blue lingerie beneath it
To brief to describe
But finest in lace paneled taste
You fill the silk to the seams
Not to much is left unseen
Every bit is made to fit
Where it touches in between
I was living in a faithless state
But the sight of you in stockings
Is proof
Now it’s heaven and I’m at the gates
You’re the temple of messianic truth |
