Spacial awareness. So much confusion.
And it's so difficult to harness,
But then I look at you, nimble and righteous
And then I look at the floor: we made a fine mess.
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Are you a temple? Are you a temptress?
There's too much choice, the possibilities are endless.
So wash away my sins, give me catharsis!
Re-magnetize my moral compass.
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Your touch, I cannot regret!
I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head.
You're so my kind.
Erotic and divine!
I gotta testify to how you purify.
To me you're more than a human.
You're more complex.
You're like a fallen angel.
Who uses god as a hex!
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Your touch, I cannot regret!
I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head.
You're so my kind.
Erotic and divine!
I gotta testify to how you purify.
Another song that is obviously about sex. At least this time the protagonist is not fantasizing about it like in 'Exit Wounds'. He's enjoying every last moment as they go on making love. And the protagonist actually thinks that he can redeem himself by having sex with her: 'So wash away my sins, give me catharsis! Re-magnetize my moral compass'. That's, of course, an illusion and a sign that the protagonist can't think straight anymore. He thinks she's absolving him from all his sins because she must be an angel 'I gotta testify to how you purify'. The strange thing is, he's asking her if she can feel his kisses, which might be a hint that he's totally aroused by her but she not by him.
You are so my kind Erotic and divine