The salt from your skin is kissed on my lips.
My soul drips.
The tears you cry from your eyes,
will be dried by and by.

And where do the saints all come to feed?
Where do the angels bend their knees?
Where do the wounded never bleed?
Baby, where you are is heaven to me.

Your pressing body all drenched in love.
I’ll never let go.
It’s like you said, you tried to be good,
but did I reap what you’ve sown?

And where do the saints all come to feed?
Where do the angels bend their knees?
Where do the paupers never need?
Baby, where you are is heaven to me.

And for once in my life I am happy.
I feel like dancing like a fool.
And for once I know love.

And where do the saints all come to feed?
Where do the angels bend their knees?
Where is our love forever free?
Baby, where you are is heaven to me.