D I V I N I T Y

H O L Y

A love like ours
Is as old as Rome.
Empires have fallen at the hands of such
f i d e l i t y

War has always soaked the ground with the blood of lovers

When I think H O L Y
I think of the way your lips felt on mine
(they say we're sinners, but I swear I've never felt more divine)
When I think H O L Y
I think of how I
a
c
h
e
For you in the
Hollows of my hips

I can hear the angles singing

And they are singing of us