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lirik lagu if i am offered a drop of water – waterhouse

oh pastor, my pastor, all my life i’ve been sick
my mind’s in a wreck, i can’t make the pieces fit
and i’m puzzled by the joy everyone else finds with ease
because i can’t decipher what makes them more worthy than me
i’m warm outside, but the truth is i’m freezing
i’m worn out with life, and your ease makes me uneasy
then like the tigris, his words come to me running
flowing as milk and sweeter than honey
you know, i see a woman there clutching your side
and i watched the frail hand of your late virgin bride
come to rest so effortlessly there upon your wrist
that i decorated with stones and sorrow’s kiss
this hole i’m in is sure to k!ll me slowly
but pray the lord touch my lips and make me holy
water has always slipped through my grasp
i was given nothing, though long did i ask

pastor won’t you hear now my confession
this drawn out tale of bittersweet repression
how i took of the bread and i sipped the wine
and i prayed day by day just to ease the p-ssing time
i went to the well, and i attempted to draw
but empty was my cup, and shallow was the call
some days i think i should be in the dirt
some days i think i’ve received what i deserve
pray the lord has mercy on my soul
and day by day i’ll stuff my face with burning coals
and when the night comes i’ll make my bed on jagged rocks
if only the good lord will have me in his flock
there’s voices in my head crying out for release
god grant me silence, god grant me peace
i lost what i had just to find myself abandoned
i’ve sought and sought but always come up empty handed

pastor, don’t you dare sit and lie to me
there’s something in your eyes that i’m sure i’ve yet to see
and i’m all too familiar with the sorrow in your ways
the shaking hands, the safe somber gaze
i once was found, but these days i feel lost
i stumbled somewhere and must have dropped my cross
tell me life goes on, tell me i’m okay
tell me there’s a difference along the way
there’s a certain indifference in the words you’d never say
as if you took the narrow road and found it was but a maze
and i know in his book there are written all my days
but lately it feels like we’re not on the same page
i’m tripping over words, and i’m skipping over lines
i’m finding comfort here in this twisted state of mind
someday, i pray, it’ll all come to a stop
oh pastor, my pastor, i fear the door is locked

in the end
in the end
something’s got to change
it’ll all make sense

in the end
in the end
god forgive me
for what i’ve been

- waterhouse

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