The Infinite Kiss - Brett Anderson

And when your clothes are on the ground

And your hair is falling down

Will you surrender to it now?

Because yes only we exist in our symphony

Of flesh in our universe of bliss

In the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss

As it subjugates you now, as it pins you

To the ground like a tethered animal

As it drags you by the hips and it forces

You to this, it is hell but in is bliss

It’s the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss

As you move like a machine and the child within

You screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'

It’s our playground of exess, it is poetry made

Flesh, it’s our sumphony of bliss

The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss