Saint Anthony

Everybody's got a starving heart
You play for keeps or you eat your art
I miss my friends like I miss my spine
Ring out your blanket before your well is dry

And all that's left to do
Is sit still and stare
Kid-proof the corners of your mind
Turn around, Tony
Something's lost and must be found
If you feel it, you'll find
Your grit has turned to grime
But the carpet's rolled up
And all we've got is time

Everybody's got their one last stand
A runner's kick into no-man's land
I give you grief with my Cheshire Smile
Laugh till we're crying like a crocodile

And all that's left to do
Is sit still and stare
And wonder where you left your mind
Turn around, Tony
Something's lost and must be found
If you feel it, you'll find
Your grit was slippery brine
But the carpet's rolled out
And now I think it's time



Credits
Writer(s): Teem
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