Wedding Gloves

A melting of morals, a solder of souls

As sexy as lace but with just as much holes

Doubts were debated and questions were raised

All the stags and the hens were stunned and amazed

The portents and omens rang as loud as the bells

With you at the altar and me in the cells

Are you still breathing?

Are you holding it in?

Was it you I heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink?

Are we still breathing?

Are we holding it in?

After all of this swimming, are we beginning to sink?

The dress will decay

But be handed down

You can scrub, you can soak

But you can't wash me out

You can call it perversion

You can call it a kink

But no one can see us

There's no need to think

Are you still breathing?

Are you holding it in?

Was it you I heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink?

Are we still breathing?

Are we holding it in?

After all of this swimming, are we beginning to sink?

All of these old stains

All of them ours

Anniversary fingerprints scattered all through the house

Do you even remember what we said in the vows?

God was watching on Saturday

But he is not with us now, with us now

Turn away from me, darling

Face to the wall

Turn the big light out, I have locked the front door

Squeeze on the wedding gloves, your hands to the wall

It's the only posterity that will crack me at all, crack me at all

Grip me in your wedding glove

Fake silk touched to my face

Tens of years of giddy love come rushing back again

Grip me in your wedding glove

Fake silk touched to my face

Tens of years of giddy love come rushing back again