Your veil of tears is so becoming I'm reminded of Joan of Arc Who fell in love so deeply that she Lit up the dark And if pain is so seductive Lord knows I've been seduced I've grown accustomed to every kind of pain That you produce I do not give up easily I do not turn my back Upon the spirits of the night These dreams of solid black I do not give up easily I have a great respect For the things I do not understand And the things that you reject I feel your body on me The air is made of blood The walls are washed away I am swept up in the flood I feel your body on me The pleasure of it now The pain has turned upon itself The veil has fallen down Into the arms of everything Into the arms of the night Into the arms that stretch themselves Like wings prepared for flight Into the arms of everything Into the arms of the night Into the arms that stretch themselves Like wings prepared for flight Into the arms of everything Into the arms of the night Into the arms that stretch themselves Like wings prepared for flight Into the arms of everything Into the arms of the night Into the arms that stretch themselves Like wings prepared for flight Your veil of tears is so becoming I'm reminded of Joan of Arc Who fell in love so deeply that she Lit up the dark And if pain is so seductive Lord knows I've been seduced I've grown accustomed to every kind of pain That you produce