And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you
Please spring us, Madeline, from these rustic jails of lust we live in
I'm livin' in
I will find you, lord, in the classified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us
The popular singers, they're mean to us
Go find there's joy in being barred from the temple
And though the graces sing our praise in countless catchy ways
Escape from what could only be the soil and dirt of freedom's all I'm thinking of
I will fund you, lord, through the classified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you find such freedoms go unseen to us
The popular singers, they'll sing to us in time
Of joys, and being barred from the temple
And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you
Please spring us, Madeline, from these dusty tales of lust we live in
I'm givin' in
I will find you, lord, in the calcified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us
The popular singers, they'll sing to us
There's joy in being barred from the temple