I think I'll run along the tracks down to the river Watch the birds of prey A sanctuary or a temple, birds or angels Carry me, away I feel more comfortable in your skin, I wear your lipstick Cherry Red You could be am imposter but I recognize your breath As it swirls around my head I can hear the church bells ringing "Jackie Wilson Said" Baby I'm in heaven when you smile On Good Sunday, Good Sunday, Good Sunday, Today I'd like to tie you to the bed and paint you Krishna blue Underneath the Christmas lights Like a Cristo with Islands or umbrellas it's all how we Capture light Or head back to the Northwest wearing nothing but a rose And my black coat You could share your slippers child, or tie another string of pearls Around my throat I can hear the church bells ringing "Jackie Wilson Said" Baby I'm in heaven when you smile on Good Sunday, I see the summer in your face Good Sunday, God Grants us all a little grace today Sir Richard Burton transcribes the Kama Sutra, proving that I lack Patience So I'll bury my resentments here along the river, it's my Best defense And Warren says we can all be Jimi Hendrix we're just Frightened of the truth So I'll rub you like Aladdin's magic lantern 'til you grant me Harmony and truth