Honey, I wanna attack your flesh with abandon I wanna look for your fruits, I wanna put my hands on them Pump up the thermostat beneath your skin I wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in I'm a moth when I fly to the light of my doom You wrap me up in your love, love cocoon There's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed Is it somewhere else? Is it in my head? Is it weak and tender? Is it rough and ready? Is it fragile and delicate? Is it rock hard and steady? Now the world keeps on banging and they come and go It's just a part of their scenery, a part of their show But I got this wedding band wrapped around my finger Honey, I'll be your poet, your gunslinger Some call it freedom, some call it shackle Honey, let's get together And build a tabernacle of holy flesh and holy mirth Let's take what's coming and enjoy every inch worth Now the world keeps on banging They come and go It's just a part of their scenery A part of their show