Houses of the Holy

Let me take you to the movies, can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly, can I make your garden grow
From the houses of the holy we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show
and you know

There's an angel on my shoulder, in my hand, a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden and the seeds of love I'll sow
You know

So the world is spinnin' faster
Are you dizzy when you stall
Let the music be your master
Will ya heed the master's call
Oh-whoa, save me man

Said, there ain't no use in crying
'cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying
Was this the only world you had, oh-whoa

So let me take ya, take ya to the movies
Can I take ya, baby, to the show
Why don'tcha let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow
And you know-oo-oh, that's right