Run into the chapel, light up every candle,
I fall to my knees i say God please, what can i do?
90 seconds later, both hands round my neck I plead Oh Man take your hands off, what can I do?

I've got an 800 number i like to call, I've got an 800 number I like to call
they ask me if you caused the fall
Instead I tell them my dream

You're lying, you're crying
I'm holding your hand but I want to let go
but you're dying, I'm screaming.
My fingers are slipping oh I want to let go- for my Body and Soul
for my Body and Soul

90 days later, run into the castle
I grab what I can-I take the can, I take the kids shoes. I'm living the blues

I changed my locks, I changed my number. I'm living in a slumber. I started smoking again.
I had another dream

We're kissing, we're touching, I'm touching you you're touching me
oh but I'm bleeding, oh and I'm bruising
my fingers are slipping, i want to let go
for my Body and Soul
my Body and Soul

don't fuck with kids
you take my money
you can take my house you can take my honey
your angry inch packs a mighty punch
I got my Body and Soul
I got my Body and Soul.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Martha Wainwright