Lyrics

Everything I see is sacred Five point zero holds a spoil Mother Mary, rearrange me Help to climb through salt and soil Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Golden Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Golden I weave myself into that needle's eye With all you weak willed creatures I made my bed across the lion's teeth tonight Come all you queers and dirt preachers Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingers Holy one Golden Twist your fingers Called you a star Twist your fingеrs Holy one Golden Come all you to my arms Asking for nothing, asking for anything Comе all you to my arms Asking for something, asking for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Searching for something, begging for anything Come all you hungry children to my arms Asking you nothing, searching for anything