On Wine and Jesus Christ

You were as close as I came to holy ways As close as I came to blessed and saved Thank you for your words of wisdom and for your salt But it ain't mine or the god-damned straight worlds fault Touch my skin but take it slow Tell me you love me one more time before I go I see light violet - green - gold - olive and purple too Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? I want to dive into water that I can see through With you - with you - with you - with you - With you - with you - with you Among the roses too Which like my love for you Where as close as I came to Jesus Christ I know I made you a salvador in a part of my life You're wonderful and very evil Let me feel your caress I wish mostly for her happiness For no one's sake but hers You are middle-class melancholy You are the blood of rock n roll You ain't the last haven You are Saturn feasting on your child's soul I plan to live long enough to leave them all behind The negotiations in my mind I want to be free from currency Sometimes I need you to be Jesus Christ Sometimes I need to look honestly on the minor havens of life Drunk in a field A little drunk among the trees Put your hands against the trees Put your hands against the trees Put your hands against the trees Give them your undivided attention