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Stones

	I’ve been asking where you are
	They say you frequent liquor stores
	And make them water out of wine
	Get them drunk on holy vines
	Living water seems to pour
	On me until I don’t want more
	Holy tongues and tongues of fire
	Holy gossip through telephone
	We just sit here skipping stones
	Trying to walk on water some
	I can’t seem to calm a sea
	Much less my emotional self-deceiving
	I’ve been seeing snakes sprout legs
	Offering us our souls instead
	Grace has made me free from sin
	Sounds like such a good bargain
	I’m too tired, let’s say we’re done
	We can say we had a good run
	Father, healer, take our place
	Even if we’re last running the race
	And I don’t want to catch my breath
	Burning like a cigarette
	But heaven knows where hell belongs
	For those of us who’s noses grow too long
	But you must be tired of skipping stones
	Hoping that they’ll come back up
	And I just want to be your own
	And drown beneath your love
	Jesus stands above my grave
	With a look of pity on his face
	And said, “I know you better now
	Than I did before, and you’re prettier”
	But every time I roll the dice
	I never get the same thing twice
	And playing’s become such a bore
	I pick the words that I want to ignore
	Like the ones you’re saying now
	That say I can’t become too proud
	I’ll pick the ones that sound like love
	‘cause they must have come from heaven
	Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above
	Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above
	Yeah, they must have come from heaven above

	I' ve been asking where you are
	They say you frequent liquor stores
	And make them water out of wine
	Get them drunk on holy vines
	Living water seems to pour
	On me until I don' t want more
	Holy tongues and tongues of fire
	Holy gossip through telephone
	We just sit here skipping stones
	Trying to walk on water some
	I can' t seem to calm a sea
	Much less my emotional selfdeceiving
	I' ve been seeing snakes sprout legs
	Offering us our souls instead
	Grace has made me free from sin
	Sounds like such a good bargain
	I' m too tired, let' s say we' re done
	We can say we had a good run
	Father, healer, take our place
	Even if we' re last running the race
	And I don' t want to catch my breath
	Burning like a cigarette
	But heaven knows where hell belongs
	For those of us who' s noses grow too long
	But you must be tired of skipping stones
	Hoping that they' ll come back up
	And I just want to be your own
	And drown beneath your love
	Jesus stands above my grave
	With a look of pity on his face
	And said, " I know you better now
	Than I did before, and you' re prettier"
	But every time I roll the dice
	I never get the same thing twice
	And playing' s become such a bore
	I pick the words that I want to ignore
	Like the ones you' re saying now
	That say I can' t become too proud
	I' ll pick the ones that sound like love
	' cause they must have come from heaven
	Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above
	Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above
	Yeah, they must have come from heaven above