Lyrics:

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

Hold me up
Never let me go
Love me when I am broken
And speak to me