The dark is deep, the dark is wide, the fog rolled in and you turned white. Then my body, it fell flat. The dew was warm, your face was wet. Wisdom fails ‘cause war’s the word. If it’s not love then it’s not yours. So don’t wait, don’t wait too long, ‘cause he’ll be coming when the sun goes down and the night is long. But you wait, you might be damned, ‘cause I’ll be bathing under the sun in the blood of the Lamb. Oh, my body is not mine. I’ve become obsessed with what’s outside. I will be your lightning rod; will you be my lightning rod? So don’t wait, don’t wait too long, ‘cause he’ll be coming when the sun goes down and the night is long. But you wait, you might be damned, ‘cause I’ll be bathing under the sun in the blood of the Lamb.