Letras: Tori Amos. Mrs. Jesus.

Life lines and suicide crimes- he found me in a state.
Grabbed my purse and hitched a Ride with a Mrs. Jesus,
"How you been?" I've been cruisin' a good invention,
But in some ways I don't think it gets any easier.
Your walking on the water bit, by far my favourite one,
But now it seems we're drowning in a drop of water, love.

And even as I'm climbing up the stairs,
I know there's Heaven there,
And then empty arms that comes with the morning star.


Well, made my bed of cut roses, by understanding that the cause,
It just comes first with my Mrs. Jesus.
The Gospel changes meaning if you follow John or Paul,
And could you ever let it be the Mary of it all.


And even as I'm climbing up the stairs,
I know there's Heaven there,
And then empty arms that comes with the morning star.


Well, life lines and suicide crimes- there's something every day.
And there's someone always paging my Mrs. Jesus.
Your walking on the water bit, by far my favourite one,
But now it seems we're drowning in a drop of water, love.


And even as I'm climbing up the stairs,
I know there's heaven there,
And then empty arms that comes with the morning star.


So if you get the Jones at the crossroad,
The personals are great.
If you're my way let me love you, Mrs. Jesus.