Harlot - So Long Forgotten

If for all I care you could be an angel

Lying upon a flower

I’d still reach the mighty heavens

To desecrate your wings

I hold this gift far enough from your past

To keep your begging hands

See I know the formula

For getting what I want

But it’s all the same

And it’s where I belong

And I, I made quite a mess of things

But if it’s innocent

Than it’s where I belong

Well I surely, made a mess of it

But it’s all the same

And it’s it right where I belong

Oh we made quite a mess of things

And I’m everything you want

All you held out for

Is this what it was

All you held out for

Oh harlot, pure of heart

Pure of heart, well is this passion compassion

Press on, press on, press on

We, we will press on