You're sometimes, I'm maybe the sourest taste to reach into your mouth Pulling strings of your tongue and drawing lines on your face Coercive to touch Candlelight, melt me I'm but wax interposing my glass frame Gentle hand, meld me You can touch me any way that you want to Just last year you hated me but I guess we're irresponsible You promised me you'd divorce me and holy waters what we'll drink Your hand, my hand, put your head on my lap Three steps behind, follow prints in the snow I won't be nervous I need your grace for the water we shared is now to be holy It's the act (It's the act) of sharing this water It's the act (It's the act) of sharing this water That makes it holy That makes it so sweet I need to feel you again, melt me I need to feel you again, melt me