failed flesh

I'll remember the words
to Your love song
for Your daughter marrying Your son
If to vacuum my mind
with Your breaths

If the street should oblige me,
We'll work on confession
as a daily exercise
And inhale the incense
of the new

I am short of memory verses
I should apologise
But I am the long winded guilt
With eyes forever wide

So I'll try to worship You in my sleep
instead.
Worship You in my sleep...

Here is a conscience that betrays
I promised each time
That I would try with her

Here is emotion that disobeys
She is hard to coax
So we repress
In the hope that she will change one day

Vacuum my mind with
Each breath You take
So to clear the conscience
That is a whore

If we see no chance of change
Maybe an unconscious self
Will succeed instead
The failed flesh-

Will worship You in her sleep
Worship You in her sleep
I will worship You in my sleep
Worship You in my sleep.