I dreamed I kissed your feetnBetween the cigarette buttsnOn the side of fourteenth streetnI got down on my hands and my kneesnWith an alabaster jarnnI dreamed I'd bleed with your praisesnJust to make the worldnSmell like your grace againnI got down on my hands and my knees againnnAnd I'm crawling on the floornJust to find you nownTo tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myselfnnGood morning brokenessnYou know you've cut me to the bonenLike one of those days in the middle of the winternThe kind that you can't run away fromnAnd we've been here for so longnBut I found a way to appease younInside this alabaster jarnnAnd I'm crawling on the floornJust to find you nownTo tell you how I feel I'm falling all over myselfnnAnd all my afflictionsnThere only light ones anyway now