Judge me not ye saints
For my history may be tainted
But i'm sober enough to know blood when i see it

I've borne my share of stones
Most of them easily thrown

But who's to deny
Your wathershed side
Leading me home?

What am i supposed to do about it now?
Past regrets and long laments they find me somehow
O, what am i supposed to do about it now?
What i have to do but fall down?

To spy from far away
May seem that i'm one to betray

But o, how i try
The spirit to guide
The promise you made

(chorus)
Hold me up
Never let me go
Love me when i am broken
And speak to me

(chorus)