The Saint

Tempted by rumors, repelled by lies
But it's in the calmest waters where the deepest secrets lie
Where the willows hang so serene and still
Their leaves bring you comfort but their roots make you ill
I've seen your shadows in the darkness when the sun goes down
Rustling the leaves on the shady side of town
Weren't those your footprints in the ashes where that house burnt down
I know they were yours cause the barely touched the ground

You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint
You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint

A gifted story teller, a master of disguise
Beware the true true story its the start of your demise
Watch for that wicked laugh, that evil gleam in their eye
Stop being a fool surely you must realize
You saw their shadows in the darkness when the sun went down
Guiding their flock on the sheepy side of town
Weren't those your footprints in the ashes where that house burnt down
I know they were yours cause the barely touched the ground

You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint
You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint

So hold you're breath, behold the spies
Here to sabotage the satellites and clarify the skies
The fires on the road those pins and needles in your bed
Those songs you never whistled and those things you never said
I've seen the shadows in the darkness when the sun goes down
Jeckling their Hyde on the crazy side of town side of town
Weren't those your footprints in the ashes where that house burnt down
I know they were yours cause the barely touched the ground

You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint
You're such a saint, you're such a saint
When you tell it like it is but you sell it like it 'aint



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Dillon
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