Here and now I make my decision
That for my body and soul there must be a division.
But my love for you has become my religion,
In which there never will be break or schism.
I know you as a perfect prism.
In a world of rainbow chaos colors
You create a pure white light that gives me one clear vision.
My love for you has become my religion
In which there never will be break or schism,
Where my soul is your kingdom
And my arms are your prison.