The Collection - Stones lyrics

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 wires 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 a 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 says "I know you better now than I did before and you're prettier" But every time I roll the dice, I can never get the same thing twice so 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 leave 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