Hawksley Workman - Even An Ugly Man lyrics

What jesus can't fix tonight The whiskey certainly might. I must have said the lord's prayer 65 times. And thought of your face And our infinite grace All of the ways to behold you Until the tide will I wait. What crying won't fix tonight The whiskey certainly might I must have doubted your faith 65 times. And thought of your face And your infinite grace All of the ways to behold you Until the tide will I wait. Even an ugly man Could kiss your lips As if they were his to demand of Or his to destroy like a lover of a demon What loving won't fix tonight The whiskey certainly might I must have whispered your name 65 times. My lips on your face In our infinite grace All of these ways to behold you Until the tide will I wait