Peel your thumb, a lace, Pale, you stun away May you shun a stray Way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming You're not a saint, pyre, You're not a way to covet me You're not a saint, pyre, You're not a way to covet me Wear your pastel brace Dark your bronze, a grey Yield your calm, a grace Air you palm, obey, obey and come in You're not a saint, pyre, You're not a way to covet me You're not a saint, pyre, You're not a way to covet me Ricochet around Wreath for your body Your pretty vowels, dour sea Hush the laic drown Swoon through your eyelids Your pretty mouth, your dowry You're not a saint, liar, You're not a saint, collider, You're not afraid to covet me You're not a saint, liar, You're not a saint, collider, You're not afraid to covet me