In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,

Love lingered on to frustration.

And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?

Or am I just a picture in a photograph?

Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?

One who would not deny lovers?

And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,

Then take a look at my face and know



That till your rapture falls to pieces

Until your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me the room to breathe,

Simple things like suffering

Life had gone this way

Life is gone this way



Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along

Another life evolved to gestation

And so we made our way with the mistake we made

But she was just a picture in the photograph



So she walked in the baby's room

Knowing what she should do leave me in

Absolute horror

She put her hand on its lip she gave it

One last kiss

And some tune that went



Until your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me the room to breathe,

Simple things are suffering



And I would and I would, destroy your god

Yes I would if I could destroy your god

Because you're born again

Until you're worn again,



Till your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Find in me the room to breathe,

Sinful things are suffering

Till your rapture falls to pieces

Till your rapture falls to pieces



But, if this must be, then burn with me

Anything

Just don't leave

So find in me the room to breathe

Sinful things are suffering

Till your rapture falls to pieces



She swore she heard the voice of jesus

Telling her it was wrong to keep it

And one more thing, it looked like me

Back when it breathed

Rest in peace

Until the rapture comes to meet us