The Chosen - Meshell Ndegeocello, Cassandra Wilson, Brandon Ross

Your lips are like strands of scarlet

Your mouth is my temple

Your neck’s like the tower of David, shields my tunic

Your breast’s are like falls which feed among the lilies

Until the day breaks

To the sweet day breaks

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

You ravish my heart

Come bare your soul to me

I am dark and lovely

If there are chosen, then chosen is me

I sleep but my heart is awakened by the voice of my beloved

Bathed in the scent of sweet myrrh

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

You ravish my heart

Come bare your soul to me

Come

Come bare your soul

Come bare your soul to me

Your lips

Your lips are like strands of scarlet

Come bare your soul to me

Come

Come

Come