Lyrics

Write me down as heavenless Or don't include me on your list Son of God and Son of Man Crouched and writing in the sand You'll be dead by thirty-three Disciples laughing as you bleed And those you called but never chose Flipping quarters for your clothes But god, I don't know which is worst: That my prayers were rehearsed That I'm covered in dirt, or That I was hung over in church And my voice was the worst And I forgot all the words I'll only love you 'til it hurts I'll only love you 'til it hurts Making love in your backseat Drunk and stupidly at peace Think I remember getting dressed; My mind's kept hidden all the rest And Man was formed from Woman's rib: They changed that detail for the film The stumbling block you've always known Has now become the cornerstone And all I know I had to learn But the river turned Into blood and dirt And I was hung over in church And my whole family burned And I was caught at my worst When the Son of God returned I'll only love you 'til it hurts I'll only love you 'til it hurts