No more need to calculate Every thought I think Every sound I make I'm uninhibited in his allotment Cultivate it special for me And I’ll form a part of the apple tree Needless to say I am tended to often Happily knowing I'm safe in his sanctum His ribcage Forms a faraday Guards my lie Between pulsations of his heart His ribcage Forms a faraday Shields my soul From confessions of the past From the dead came something to eat Out of the strong came something sweet I put my faith in his heart and his courage Despite his strength the lion died And honey poured from out his side I want to be all the sweetness I cost him I am the lamb of the valley he’s lost in His ribcage Forms a faraday Guards my lie Between pulsations of his heart His ribcage Forms a faraday Shields my soul From confessions of the past Finally it means nothing to me Whether what I said meant anything In his presence, I find my own convent From the dead came something to eat Out of the strong came something sweet In his presence, I feel that I'm wanted In his presence, I feel that I'm wanted