Before I begin, an addendum I’ve made:
I hadn’t quite researched this thing all the way.
So here’s the scenario I will give voice:
If Jim lifted the curtain and gave them the choice.

The sun cast a shadow made out of a cross.
When it hit the window, we both were aroused.
I said “Are you so sure we should do it this time?”
“Because heaven can wait when our love is divine.”

But you, you insisted this was the right move.
To dodge all the townspeople’s base ridicules.
I said “If this is goodbye, might I have one last kiss?”
She said, “please believe me you’ll have nothing to miss.”

So we held our hands tightly and held our heads high,
As we walked towards the steeple that stood in the sky.
As we opened the doors, something rattled my spine.
For the blood of our savior was no longer wine.

And as I looked around at the ominous views,
Seeing men, women, children, asleep in the pews.
And when the lips met, I’d predict her last breath
As she willingly bowed to the kiss of the death.

And I was about to follow her suit
Til I remembered some sins that no one could refute
And if I was to follow my benevolent wife,
Redemption would take me the rest of my life.

As she turned to me saying “I’m going, aren’t you?”
I told her I still had some things left to do.
And when she asked if I’d ever find her the next time.
I said “heaven can wait when our love is divine”

With our hands clasped tightly and heads hung low,
I prayed and I prayed that she’d never let go.
The minute she did, I knew what was left,
So I clasped her hand tightly as she faced the death.