As she crawls from my hands
Her eyes I think they've found me
Her features cease to be traced
Now have your place with god
Of the perfumed and penetrated flesh
She's melting, melting away
Of the passions that see and destroy us
This subtle fire, the secret flame
Transformation from flesh to spirit
There's a stillness between the light and me
Nothing but dreams and decay and the angel
Whose wounds are my lamentation
WRITERS
CIAN HOUCHIN, CARL MCCOY, PAUL MILES, SIMON RIPPIN