Lyrics
Empty bottles on my nightstand
Make new friends day by day
Collecting dust and fingerprints
It's communion in my own way
I pray to whoever's listening
They probably couldn't give a damn
At least they listen to the cries of
A sacrificial lamb
This velvet Jesus hangs there
Judging the moves I make
He Says I can walk on water
But I'm drowning in mistakes
I know the psalms like my own palms
Sing it loud and make them proud
The saints of sins and vinyl record spins
Keep me safe in my own shroud
Still, I live in fear of falling
Out of grace just to find
That is the only revelation
Is not what we've redefined
This velvet Jesus hangs there
Judging the moves I make
He Says I can walk on water
But I'm drowning in mistakes
This velvet Jesus hangs there
Judging the moves I make
He Says I can walk on water
But I'm drowning in mistakes
Written by: Ian Robinson
