Even An Ugly Man - 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 intimate 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 x2

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