Satin & Sin

Saints are not made 
  They are raised 
 From the dead 
    Sweet love 
      Bit into you 
Like an apple 
   Saint valentine 
     Only sweeter 
         I ask of the Lord 
  He she provide 
      The fruit in the garden
The vegetable on the plate 
  The sky blue 
     Your heart true 
    Saints not made 
      They are raided from coffins 
    Towards us they come 
       In the night
 Holy night 
    Sweet lover 
      In satin & 
Sin