Lyrics:

Summer pales, like a ghost of stubborn Spring.
This itch, this prayerful longing for heat
Belies an angel's desire to take wing.

So as you fall, then fall into me
Sweet Persephone,
now your poet and guide,
night after day after night I'll complete.

Your saintly goodness with it's darker side
For one without the other is naive
Past Limbo, to the Second Circle we slide:

When first you whisper that little white lie
The gods will laugh,
The gods will cry.

In this soft circle, Reason's slave to Desire
This feels like fun,
This feels like fire.

These small indiscretions may get lost over time
So much like love,
So much like crime.

As fine fine fabric slipping over your skin
This feels like silk,
This feels like sin.

Like a gentle dirty dream,
Like a room where you can hide,
Like confession in your sleep,
Like expression sanctified,
Like a devil, like a friend,
Like a doctor who can end your pain,

Like a pillow, like a kiss,
Like a party, like a pill,
Like a priest, my lovely lips,
As redemption will fulfill
Every spectral midnight fantasy
Each and every damning desire to be
Complicit with me.

And as I leave you softly under the stars
Without a scratch,
Without a scar,

Like hell on earth slipping under your skin
This feels like love,
This feels like sin.