It Makes Me Wonder

The virgin mary on a chainhas hit me in the mouth againas we explore the carnal scoreof sacred and profaneSulky boy won't drink his milk mothers breast beneath the silkremains untouched it's way too muchreject all of that ilkI have to say it makes me wonderif you are holding meto the same blue flame that you are underi feel you scolding meYour virgin mary's in the wayhallucinate her face by dayobscure the view in front of youit's me here made of clayYou're playing near that line so thin,austerity? or just give into endless appetite,embrace that white oblivion?I have to say it makes me wonderif you are holding meto the same blue flame that you are underi feel you scolding meAnd why so high the expectation?who could live up to this?well, there's no time now for explanationcold as an angel's kissI have to say it makes me wonderif you were holding meto that cold blue flame that you are underwhen you were holding me