I wanted on my body a legionof your armies.To spread a canvas on me, tobury you upon me.You came without a warning.A message on my body.A message on my body.I saw it on your body.In pink, in porcelain. Ivory.The threads, a canvas awning.I carry you upon me.
there are also talented children of god. in other words: this music comes from a talent that cannot be explained rationally, like all good art. i understand giving the human credit for what he/she has done to create something beautiful , but to make good music takes an inexplicable, nuanced ability that COULD be called divine. by the way these lyrics are lovely.