You, you were the ground on Which Jesus spit And put it gently with his rough hands On my closed eyelids. You were the saint, Who showed me grace, I could wash my face in you But also on my faith You were the rust, You were the rust, you were the rust On my Scripture you were the dust. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You, you were the crowned You were the wit You were the pillar of fire that made the dark night lit You were the truth That must be told, My soul is a white shirt but please unbutton it oh, Lord I was the rust, I was the rust, I was the rust On the nail (that) hung you on the cross. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the lust You were the lust, you were the lust For me when life was just a must. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the lust You were the lust, you were the lust For me when life was just a must.