Preacher Man

Oh, preacher man, You whisk away my breath With your words. You whisk away my heart With your lips. You whisk away my soul With your touch. Living each night Within secret passion, We hide ourselves away, Discreetness a must, For we are sinners In their tainted eyes. Yet our love is Godly true. But from sometime unknown In our guilty pleasures, A new life is created, A new life is born. And no longer can we live In our secret bliss, Madness rises in the crowds, They chastise us, They stone me, And place this letter upon my breast, For everyone to see my sin. The time is coming, Death awaits me, Oh preacher man, Lift your eyes to God, and pray, Rip away this letter From my breast, Burn it to ashes, Then whisk us away From these God fearing sinners.