[Michael Gira] My man walks on hands and knees I am his first and only child He is mine He is my saint He brings me roses and incense And he closes my mind He closes my mind With real love Real love Real love Real love I will kiss the ground Where he left a taste Of his strength of mind Take me down Take me down now Take me down Into the cold dead earth Take me down Take me down there In your hands again Take me down Take me down With real love Real love Real love Real love When I dream that sweet dream When I forget where I am I will always remember Your hand on my shoulder Pulling me down Pulling me down Into the cold dead earth Take me down there With real love Real love Real love Real love