The Magdalene - Foxing

I’m going down with the rosary

Tongue pressed on guilt from a dove in my teeth

I could watch it drip down and cover my skin

The taste of Christ sits still while I swallow your insides

I could let it drag you down to cover our sins

If I could lift you off the ground they’d cry out that this is what love is

When they unravel the webs that I’ve spun

What shall be undone?

When they unravel the webs that I’ve spun

What shall be undone?

Mother of God on the rosary

So is she here with us?

Does she want what she sees?

Watch me come undone

Watch me come undone

When they unravel the webs that I’ve spun

What shall be undone?

When God unravels the webs that I’ve spun

What shall be undone?