From the Bedroom - Songs To Your Eyes

This is as good a place to fall as any We'll build our altar here Make me your Maria I'm already on my knees You had Jesus on your breath And I caught Him in mine Sweating out confessions The undone and the divine 'Cause this is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough Yeah, I can't get enough Spilt milk tears, I did this for you Spilling over the idle, the black and the blue The 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 Yeah, I can't get enough I'm not here looking for absolution Because I've found myself an old solution I'm not here looking for absolution Because I've found myself an old solution This 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 (whoa, whoa) I can't get enough (whoa, whoa) Yeah, I can't get enough (whoa, whoa) Yeah, ah, ah

(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon) He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride They don't talk to each other They're no longer lovers They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend, And says she wishes she knew what was missing Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold They don't talk to each other They're no longer lovers They won't even say the three words That could keep love from dying She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying