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