This is how we multiply 
Pity that it's not my wife
The friction and skin 
The trembling sigh
This is how our bodies moves 
With everything that we could lose 
Pushing us deeper still 
The sheets and the sweat 
The seed and the spill 
The bitter pill yet 
Undiscovered 

Gideon is in the drawer 
Clothes scattered on the floor 
She's arching her back 
She screams for more 

Oh my sweet rapture 
I hear Jesus calling me home 

Finally a chance to breathe 
Reaching for the fallen sheets 
Collapsing in a glowing heap 
We've gone too far 
We've done too much 
We have to quit it 
Just one more kiss 
Just one more touch 
Please ten more minutes 

This feels so good 
Just barely moving 
The tension building 
Our bodies working 
To reach the goal 

Oh my sweet Rapture 
I hear Jesus and the angels 
Singing halleluiah 
Calling me to enter the promise land