Last - Machines Of Loving Grace

Jesus lifted his last restraint

At the end of the century

And I couldn’t even begin to tell you

What he saw in her anyway

She threw her head back

She threw her head back

And that beauty spilled out across the high way

Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds

Coming down off a mountain of pills

Designed to keep him in ecstasy

And I couldn’t even begin to tell you

What he saw in her anyway

She threw her head back

She threw her head back

And that beauty spilled out across the highway

Like a glittering daughter of Isadora Duncan

This is the last fucking time

This is the last time

She’s a slow harbor

Looks at me as she comes

Insect sounds in the field

She’s the breeze

Takes away the fear in me

Takes away the fear in me

This is the last fucking time

This is the last time