I will be sitting in church,
Between saintly statues and pews,
And thoughts will prowl in my head,
Getting closer, closer to you.
You can do nothing to stop them,
But succumb to my every whim;
I'll let all my passions run free
While we both hum along to hymns.
I'll let all my secrets run wild
And nobody will ever know
That in the church I once smiled,
Thinking of fictional sins.