Holy of Holies

Kushn zol er mikh, kushn zol er mikh
Mit di kushn fun zayn moyl

Kiss me with your mouth your love sweeter than wine and
Honey and milk are under your tongue
But I know this is the end of the line, the line, the line
And someone's gonna turn us in this time, this time, this time
And which of us will turn back this time, this time, this time
And who’s gonna fuck it up and how are we to get out of this?

I'm asking how to slip out
I'm asking how to break out
I’m asking how to slip out
I'm asking how to break out

I am as broken as you want me to be
So sew my hand to your face
I do not feel possessed
But you are my owner
I am your possession
Speaking words I never thought I could hear

I don't want no ice cream love that's too cold for me
(Truthfully a hand in the shape of a...)
(A shining path I could not remember who I was)
If we get in the confessional the confusion has to let us sleep
(No emotion suitable so I opened up my skin)
You're standing next to me I know so please don't move
(I could not speak no other, I could not speak no other
I could not speak no other, I could speak none but your name)

Looking at the girls with boys' hands
And the boys with girls' hips
I never wanted to go home
Preoccupation of my heart my eyes
My knuckles and my lips
I only want to go home now
Work out my fingers and my wrists