[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…..
evoman
