Rapture

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 'til 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 from a photograph)
 So she walked in the baby's room
 Knowing what she should do
 Leaves me in absolute horror
 She put her hand on its lips
 And gave it one last kiss
 And sang some tune that went
 Until your rapture falls to pieces
 'Til your rapture falls to pieces
 Find in me the room to breathe
 Simple things like 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
 Until your rapture falls to pieces
 'Til your rapture falls to pieces
 Find in me the room to breathe
 Sinful things like suffering
 'Til your rapture falls to pieces
 'Til your rapture falls to pieces
 But if this must be
 Then burn with me
 Anything
 Just don't leave
 So find in me (find in me)
 The room to breathe (room to breathe)
 Sinful things (sinful things)
 Suffering
 'Til 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