Sweating Blood and a Game of Spin the Bottle In a Jerusalem Garden (The End)

We spun a web made of colours and vodka
danced in the garden and wasted the day
I held You close while I tricked You with kisses
spinning the bottle we waited our fate

angels pacing, devils racing
a slow obsession, Your confession
is this desire? is this desire holding me here?

so sad to leave you, but this is not goodbye
I can't forget you even if i try
we've come to the end of the night
but this is not the end

hold me a mirror, You've made it clearer
even intentions are better with time
we dined as friends with our sins on the table
waiting Your motives, Your hand touched with mine
forget me nots casting lots for our treasure
love in denial is our greatest crime

angels aching, devils breaking
is this betrayal in the making?
is this desire? is this desire holding You here?

so sad to leave you, but this is not goodbye
i can't forget you even if I try
we've come to the end of the night
but this is not the end

would you dance with me darling until the sun comes up?
darling my darling, why aren't you calling?