magdalene
I look up in the desert
And the sun shines down
So cruelly;
How can it still be
Lighting up the sky
I look again to see
The shape of the him
The body
That I brought to moan,
Known biblically
You are my wine and
My bread; my blood and
My body -
I lie on the altar of
The fire of our love
And will you bless me
From above?
For you've been crucified -
How can the world
Still be alive?
I want to throttle all the
Living things and
Almost wish you'd
Never been.
We met in unrecorded times
And there was knowledge in
Your eyes
And I have never looked
Away or even tried
To change. I knew that you
Would hang one day -
And moan
It all led to this day
When I would be alone
You are my wine and
My bread; my blood and
My body -
I lie on the altar of
The fire of our love
And will you bless me
From above?
For you've been crucified -
How can the world
Still be alive?
I want to throttle all the
Living things and
Almost wish you'd
Never been.
I see the nails and then
the thorns they made into
A crown;
I cut you down and a
Part of me has drowned
Was it too much
To ask that you just be
A man
Oh fuck, I know the answer
And I knew it even then.
You are my wine and
My bread; my blood and
My body -
I lie on the altar of
The fire of our love
And will you bless me
From above?
For you've been crucified -
How can the world
Still be alive?
I want to throttle all the
Living things and
Almost wish you'd
Never been.
But I could never really wish
That you had never been
All the history and all the books
They'll leave out all our smouldering looks
And call me slut and criticize
And make our story mostly lies -
They'll never say we shared a bed;
That you went down; I gave you head
But even through this whitewashed tale
A scent of sex will still prevail -
You are my wine and
My bread; my blood and
My body -
I lie on the altar of
The fire of our love
And will you bless me
From above?
For you've been crucified -
How can the world
Still be alive?
I want to throttle all the
Living things and
Almost wish you'd
Never been.
But then you know I'd never sin
And wouldn't be your Magdalene.
And you've been crucified -
How can the world
Still be alive?
I want to throttle all the
Living things and
Almost wish you'd
Never been.
But oh, how you've been.