Machines of Loving Grace

Last
Jesus lifted his last restraint At the end of the century And I couldn't even begin to tell you What he saw in her anyway She threw her head back She threw her head back And that beauty spilled out across the high way Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds Coming down off a mountain of pills Designed to keep him in ecstasy And I couldn't even begin to tell you What he saw in her anyway She threw her head back She threw her head back And that beauty spilled out across the highway Like a glittering daughter of Isadora Duncan This is the last fucking time This is the last time She's a slow harbor Looks at me as she comes Insect sounds in the field She's the breeze Takes away the fear in me Takes away the fear in me This is the last fucking time This is the last time From Letras Mania