I dreamed I kissed your feet Between the cigarette butts On the side of fourteenth street I got down on my hands and my knees
I dreamed I'd bleed with your praises Smell like your grace again I got down on my hands and my knees again
And I'm crawling on the floor To tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myself
You know you've cut me to the bone Like one of those days in the middle of the winter The kind that you can't run away from And we've been here for so long But I found a way to appease you Inside this alabaster jar
And I'm crawling on the floor To tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myself
There only light ones anyway now More from John Mark McMillan