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In shone from behind |
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Through your dress like a sign |
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From heaven |
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Now I see the light |
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In your beautiful silhouette |
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When a dress lends to stretch |
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Light can make the paper thin |
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It's so tight that it might |
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Just be painted on your skin |
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Gospel fiction turning factual |
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Revelation that my visions were true |
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That I'm been again was natural |
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There will never be another like you |
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Lady, don't you know that |
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You're my religion |
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I believe in you |
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You know that you're my religion |
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Baby, don't you know that |
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You're my religion |
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All I need is you, you know that |
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You're my religion |
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You pull the hem to your waist |
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Show the blue lingerie beneath it |
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To brief to describe |
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But finest in lace paneled taste |
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You fill the silk to the seams |
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Not to much is left unseen |
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Every bit is made to fit |
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Where it touches in between |
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I was living in a faithless state |
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But the sight of you in stockings |
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Is proof |
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Now it's heaven and I'm at the gates |
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You're the temple of messianic truth |
