Even An Ugly Man — текст песни (Hawksley Workman)

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