Priests (Lp Version)

And who will write love songs for you



When I am Lord at last



And your body is the little highway shrine



That all my priests have passed



That all my priests have passed?



My priests, they will put flowers there



They will kneel before the glass



But they'll wear away your little window, love



They will trample on the grass



They will trample on the grass



And who will shoot the arrow



That men will follow through your grace



When I am Lord of memories



And all your armor has turned to lace



And all your armor has turned to lace?



The simple life of heroes



The twisted life of saints



They just confuse the sunny calendar



With their red and golden paint



With their red and golden paint



And all of you have seen the dance



That God has kept from me



But he has seen me watching you



When all your minds were free



When all your minds were free



And who will write love songs for you



When I am Lord at last



And your body is the little highway shrine



That all my priests have passed



That all my priests have passed?



My priests, they will put flowers there



They will stand before the glass



But they'll wear away your little window, love



They will trample on the grass



They will trample on the grass