When I woke to find her sleeping at my shoulder    I was forced to re-evaluate my sins    I’d spent nearly fifteen years believing no-one    I had given up on Jesus as a kid       But at the age of twenty-eight I started thinking    Is it possible that maybe he exists    ‘Cos when I look across this bed to find her sleeping    I know that she’s as close to heaven as I’ll get       So Jesus if you’re watching me    I promise an eternity    Of deeds so good you won’t believe    It’s me you’re seeing       So turn a blind eye to my ways    For all my sins I’m good to pay    Just don’t let her walk away    And maybe we can cut a deal    And she can stay