Lead me to some holy place
Then shut my eyes that I might taste
Your land, your sky, your sea
And I'll sing you what I see
Lord, I'll sing you what I see
And when we're in that holy place
Plug up my ears that I might taste
Our days, our months, our years
And I'll dance you what I hear
Lord, I'll dance you what I hear
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah nah nah
Yeah nah nah nah into prayer
Of a species at war
With itself since the day it was wild
Ooh
O Dionysus
Come and wash our minds
Clean of wants and wishes
They keep us so damn far behind the eight ball
Always set to fight or flight
I fly to the pleasures of your table every night
Tryin' to make a light of the battle
With a buddy and a bottle of the blood of
Dionysus, come and stain our teeth
With your purple kisses
And help us find our way beneath the surface
Of each other's ingrown lives
Then meet me at the cellar door
Where heirs of Dionysus pour
The soul of time and space
And we'll play 'em what we taste
Lord, let's play 'em what we taste
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