Quiet Church In Your Ribs

[verse 1]  
You got a quiet little church behind your ribs  
Candles in your pulse, every thump, another hymn  
Silk dress pooled like wine on your skin  
Neckline dipped low like a mercy giving in  
Moonlight painting stained glass on the bed  
Halo-light shaking on the curve of your leg  
Breath like incense, warm against my neck  
Every sigh a scripture that my hands dissect…. My thumb on your bottom lip, asking if I may  
Body like a chapel you don’t ever let them stay  
You say “we should slow down,” eyes saying “disobey”  
Now I’m kneeling at your waist, I ain’t come here to pray….

[pre]  
Got my hands on your hips like I’m holding onto faith  
All your little hidden fears written on your face  
You say “don’t worship me,” but you pull me in anyway  
Yeah, you pull me in anyway….

[hook]  
There’s a quiet church in your ribs, and I keep coming back to sin  
Every tremor in your chest feels like organs kicking in  
You’re the altar, you’re the wine, you’re the choir when you shake  
I’ve been biting on my tongue just to hear your body break  
In that quiet church in your ribs, I’m the only one you let in  
Every smudge of lipstick on your throat another amen  
If there’s heaven in your skin, I’m a lost thing leaning in  
In that quiet church in your ribs, I confess with my hands again…

[verse 2]  
Sheets twisted like robes on the floor  
My name falling from your mouth like an oath you swore  
Fingertips tracing verses down your spine  
Every curve a psalm, every shiver is a sign  
You grip the headboard, wood starts to creak  
Like pews in the back when the choir hits peak  
Your nails dig in, that’s your secret choir  
Gasping out my name like a gospel on fire….. You said you’re scared how deep this could get  
How my touch makes you forget every line you ever set  
But your legs write the truth that your words won’t admit  
Pulling me closer like you’re scared I’m gonna quit….

[pre 2]  
Got your heartbeat racing like a midnight sermon drum  
Every arch of your back saying “don’t you dare run”  
You whisper “I’m a sinner,” I just kiss it off your tongue  
Yeah, I kiss it off your tongue…

[bridge]  
No cross on the wall, just your silhouette  
Hands above your head like a halo I ain’t earned yet  
You whisper “don’t stop” like a half-formed prayer  
Voice breaking open in the candlelit air…Your heartbeat’s a bell and it’s ringing for me  
Every shake of your knees is a prophecy  
If your body’s a bible, I’m stuck on this page  
Highlight every shiver, underline every wave…

[hook / outro – stripped]  
There’s a quiet church in your ribs, and I keep coming back to sin  
You’re the altar, you’re the wine, you’re the choir when you shake  
If there’s heaven in your skin, I’m a lost thing leaning in  
In that quiet church in your ribs, I confess and make you quake…..

Predatory slow-burn alt-R&B/metal, Sleep Token weight, you in control teasing them to the edge with denial, dirty male