Stones - The Collection

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 there skipping stones

Trying to walk on water some

But 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

And 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 breathe

Burning like a cigarette

Heaven knows where hell belongs

For those of us whose 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

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 above

Yeah, they must have come from Heaven above

Yeah, they must have come from Heaven above

Yeah, You must have come from Heaven above