Holy, holy, holy There is no other story Holy, only holy It is madness seeking mastery
Hold me, hold me, hold me Would you like to know me A tongue without a mouth to feed And only seeking agony
For the joys and secrets I have stored Here I lie awaiting my reward Attention for the blessed final count The ties that hold your mind and mouth give out
No patience can contain this All human joy is precious And I alone should know this And everyone should notice
Holy, holy, holy There is no other story It is madness seeking mastery We will be who we want to be
For the joys and secrets I have stored Here I lie awaiting my reward Attention for the blessed final count The ties that hold your mind and mouth give out
Oh, they will give out Oh, they will give out Oh, they will give out Oh, they will give out
