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