Bedroom Hymns in Florence and The Machine

This is as good a place to fall as any
We build our alter here
Make me your Mary
I'm already on my knees

You had Jesus on your breath
And I caught him in mine
Sweating our confessions
The undone and the divine

'Cause his is his body
This is his blood
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough

Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah

Spilled Milk Tears
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol
The black and the blue

Sweetest submission
Drinking it in
The wine, the women
The bedroom hymns

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

Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough

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

And his 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

Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough

Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah