Houses Of The Holy Songtext / Lyric

Let me take you to the movies.
Can I take you to the show.
Let me be yours ever truly.
Can I make your garden grow.

From the houses of the holy.
We can watch the white doves go.
From the door comes Satan's daughter.
And it only goes to show that you know.

There's an angel on my shoulder.
In my hand a sword of gold.
Let me wander in your garden.
And the seeds of love I'll sow.

So the world is spinning faster.
Are you dizzy when you're stoned.
Let the music be your master.
Will you heed the master's call.

Said there ain't no use in crying.
Because it will only only drive you mad.
Does it hurt to hear him lying.
Was this the only world you had.

So let me take you take you to the movie.
Can I take you baby to the show.
Why don't you let me be yours ever truly.
Can I make your garden grow.