Florence + The Machine Lyrics
"Bedroom Hymns"

This is as good a place to fall as any
We will build our alter here
Make me your Maria
I'm already on my knees
You had Jesus on your breath
And I caught Him in mine
Sweating out confessions
The undone and the divine

Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough

Spilled bitter tears
I did this for you
Spilling over the aisle
The black and the blue
Sweetest submission
Drinking you in
The wine and the women, the bedroom hymns

'Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough

I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution

This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers,
I can't get enough

This is his body
Oh, this is his love
Such selfish prayers,
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Whoa, yeah, whoa