Think It Over
Blooms brown bruise me with your mouth underneath my gown
Sweet lord pinned in cruciform on your bedroom floor
You don't need to answer now
Just think it over
Don't say anything out loud
Just think it over
Smells like blood but tastes like wine dripping from your shrine
Breathe smoke candles in a row flowers and rope
You don't need to answer now
Just think it over
Don't say anything out loud
Just think it over
You don't need to answer now
Just think it over
It's not so bad
No, it's not like that
Writer/s: Broderick Germain, Kenneth Paul Boothby, Paul Bernard Vroom
