The Church - Pleasure

(Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart)

It's a mistake
Empty-handed at daybreak
The form of the skin is a lie in the flesh
What's it take?
It's a trap
Strap on your head for another lap

Land on your feet in another suite
It's sweeter complete, still standing in the street

In the street where you live with its mansions and flats
With its fountains and statues and gardens, and flowers
Its starlings and rats
Where you stand in the shadow behind the great window
You say, "well, that is that"

It's a pleasure at your beck and call
At your leisure
The root of desire is the crack in the scene
Hesitation
It's a scam
Jam on your ring, different I am

Land on your knees wherever you please
Seizing control, still standing in a hole

And a whole year goes by in the blink of a pig's sty
Oh, don't be shy
It's rewards and the seats your support and deceitful
Oh, my, oh, my
Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart

Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart
Yeah, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart

(Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart)

Written by:
Ashley Naylor, Ian Haug, Jeffrey Cain, Steve Kilbey, Timothy Powles

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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