The stars undercover, the moon shining shy , abashed by the brilliance of our nakedness . Marijuana smoke like sweet smelling incense , making its way to the indulgent heavens above , passing through our lips like a love song of worship , to a rapt audience of Gods .Yes here we are on holy ground , stoned immaculate . Here we lie in this temple of love , stoned immaculate . Like shooting stars on a burning trail destined to meet each other , Exploring hands , probing lips, on this mad race to reach nirvana . My sweaty palms on your parched skin quenching a spiritual thirst , Your hands on me , your moist lips on mine feeding a starving fire . You moan , I groan as you ride me on this pilgrim's path of gradually fullfilled desire. Oh we're getting there at the feet of God , stoned immaculate Now we're all spent up , by love sanctified , stoned immaculate .