To the sermon on the mount, I am listening
Tough guy's running his mouth, I am glistening in
Saviour spit is heading south, and I am getting in the way
Said 'Wait one minute son you're right, they're just listening',
Worried, sinned and lacking sight, warning christening,
Go shine this mother f**ing light on all the people who can hear.
This is tougher than I thought,
Holding all the things I've bought,
And Jaycee's up for another bout, and I am ringing him out.
Some thing's got me on the corner, and I am whimpering,
Somewhere deep inside the coat, I am weathering,
Wishing somehow you were near, 'cause I am withering alone.
You arrived and ordered stout, I stared in wordlessness
I just kept noticing your mouth, and how your face just fit
Into every aching void, in what I've always missed some way.
This is tougher than I thought,
Holding you the grace I've caught,
'Cause you're made of everything I want, and I am wringing you out.
Like a morning bell, I am ringing you out.
Like the kitchen rags of God, I am wringing you out.
Like my voice across the hills, I am ringing you out.
I am water on your feet,
You are everything to me,
You are everything to me,
And I am ringing you out