I wanna attack your flesh with glad abandon,
Wanna look for your fruits and put my hands on them,
Wanna turn up the thermostat beneath your skin,
Wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in.

I'm a moth flying into the light of his doom,
You wrap me up in your love c-c-c-cocoon.

Now there's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed,
Is it somewhere else' Is it in my head'
Is it sweet and tender' Is it rough and ready'
Is it fragile and delicate' Is it rock hard steady'

I'm a moth flying into light of his doom,
You wrap me up in your love c-c-c-cocoon.

Now the world keeps on banging, and they come and go,
It's a part of their scenery, it's a part of their show,
But I've got this wedding band wrapped around my finger,
Honey, I'll be your poet; darling, I'll be your singer.

I'm a moth flying into light of his doom, sugar,
You wrap me up in your love c-c-c-cocoon.

Some call it freedom, some call it shackle, but let's get together and build a tabernacle of holy flesh and holy mirth,
We'll confute the enemy and enjoy the worth.

I'm a moth flying into light of his doom, honey,
You wrap me up in your love,
You wrap me up in your love,
Wrap me up in your love c-c-c-c-c-c-cocoon.