(Ralph Covert -Waterdog Music / ASCAP)

Like a Byzantine whore you light a candle in the dark
A bottle of wine is half open on the floor
I crawl on the linoleum on my hands and knees
‘Cause every time I try to stand up I fall down

Like the memory of a vagabond you tugged upon my sleeve
I was so lost in my agony I’d forgotten how to grieve
I kiss you with my anger and I kiss you with my pain
‘Cause everytime I try to stand up I fall down.

Chorus:

And I can’t stop myself from falling
And I can’t touch the part that hurts
And I can’t hold myself together
I break at the slightest touch

Like a tiny piece of glass that’s worked its way into my skin
The sharp ends of my memories are cutting from within
I drown myself in pleasure til the bitterness is gone
‘Cause everytime I try to stand up I fall down

Chorus

Like a Byzantine whore you drain a bottle to the dregs
I'm praying at the altar of the beauty of your breasts
I'd love you like a madman if I only knew your name
I'd beg for your forgiveness if I just felt shame)

Chorus (x2)
...at the slightest touch