We met some time ago when we were almost young. It never crossed my mind to ask where did you come from. I didn't have much money so I stole you a rose. You were dressed like an orphan in Salvation Army clothes. I never thought I'd lose you no I'd rather go blind. I thought I saw the future but the fortune teller lied. Your love was my salvation it could always get me high. What was once holy water tastes like bitter wine. I know I wasn't funny but you laughed at all my jokes. When I was choking on the words to say. You stuck your fingers down my throat. The first night I said I loved you. You told me to go to hell. You were giving me head on that creaky old bed. At the Old Duval motel. Just like everything even good love has to die. Ain't no sympathy when it says goodbye. Your love was my salvation it could always get me high. What was once holy water tastes like bitter wine. Oh yeah. Just like everything good love has to die. Ain't no sympathy when it says goodbye. No one even cried we were one of a kind. One of a kind yeah. Love left me stranded at the station and the last train's gone by. What was once holy water tastes like bitter wine. Your love was my salvation it could always get me high. You take the bath of holy water now all that's left is bitter wine