Diane Hine - The Pastor lyrics

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Diane Hine - The Pastor lyrics

Winter wrapped his pulse, but sweat, slicked his hair in dark planes against his skull and flicked from his brow to steam the air. Sins, spun in lurid tales, warmed the parishioners gathered there and melded into tender lulls like love's soft snare. Grandstanding stunned, as did his glint-eyed glare but as his indignation climbed his tempo flared. So, key words were missed, of carnal laissez-faire from some phantasmagorical fount, and sensitivities spared.