In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,   Love lingered on to frustration.   And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?   Or am I just a picture in a photograph?   Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?   One who would not deny lovers?   And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,   Then take a look at my face and know      That till your rapture falls to pieces   Until your rapture falls to pieces   Find in me the room to breathe,   Simple things like suffering   Life had gone this way   Life is gone this way      Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along   Another life evolved to gestation   And so she made her way with the mistake we made   But she was still a picture from a photograph      So she walked in the baby's room   Knowing what she should do leaves me in   Absolute horror   She put her hands on its lips and gave it   One last kiss   And sang some tune that went      Until your rapture falls to pieces   Till your rapture falls to pieces   Find in me, the room to breathe,   Simple things like suffering      And I would and I would destroy your god   Yes I would if I could destroy your god   Because you're born again   Until you're worn again,      Until your rapture falls to pieces   Till your rapture falls to pieces   Find in me the room to breathe,   Sinful things are suffering   Till your rapture falls to pieces   Till your rapture falls to pieces      But, this must be, then burn with me   Anything   Just don't leave      So find in me room to breathe   Sinful things like suffering   Till your rapture falls to pieces      She swore she heard the voice of Jesus   Telling her it was wrong to keep it   And one more thing, it looked like me   Back when it breathed   Rest in peace   Until the rapture comes to meet us