No Saint
I've played my share of evil deeds and needless greed
I've stolen green fruit from the sapling and the seed
I've torn the thorn out from bleeding hands
I've broken every window looking back from where I stand
I got your letters yesterday, but I couldn't see your words
They were all soaked black and blue with answers unreturned
So I asked your mother to spare some water from her stream
But she just handed me a gallon jug of gasoline
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
I've cut corners, taken money just to break every bone
I've sold all my belongings to be a-daze than be atoned
I've walked down strange paths, bribed judges to stay awake
I've floated a hundred miles down this river but for a taste
Well, I swore my soul on gasoline with my back to the pool
But you said forgiveness tends the wise and tortures the fool
Your letters made me see the sky as a sky the sea as a sea
So I traded my future with a fortuneteller's priest
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
I've seen shadows on the wall playing tricks in my lover's eye
I've seen eternal faith in truth where falsehood still resides
I've seen love and hate stand side by side beside some forgotten creed
I've seen ancient scholars reborn in robes of novelty
Well, I saw your face printed with the poems of William Blake
As your letters leveled walls of a prison built to break
They purchased your confession and sold it there for free
So I cut my hair and shed my clothes to learn of vanity
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
Ain't there nothing I can say?
All I want to do is break away this gate
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
I've stolen green fruit from the sapling and the seed
I've torn the thorn out from bleeding hands
I've broken every window looking back from where I stand
I got your letters yesterday, but I couldn't see your words
They were all soaked black and blue with answers unreturned
So I asked your mother to spare some water from her stream
But she just handed me a gallon jug of gasoline
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
I've cut corners, taken money just to break every bone
I've sold all my belongings to be a-daze than be atoned
I've walked down strange paths, bribed judges to stay awake
I've floated a hundred miles down this river but for a taste
Well, I swore my soul on gasoline with my back to the pool
But you said forgiveness tends the wise and tortures the fool
Your letters made me see the sky as a sky the sea as a sea
So I traded my future with a fortuneteller's priest
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
I've seen shadows on the wall playing tricks in my lover's eye
I've seen eternal faith in truth where falsehood still resides
I've seen love and hate stand side by side beside some forgotten creed
I've seen ancient scholars reborn in robes of novelty
Well, I saw your face printed with the poems of William Blake
As your letters leveled walls of a prison built to break
They purchased your confession and sold it there for free
So I cut my hair and shed my clothes to learn of vanity
All I want to do is break away this gate
Ain't there nothing I can say?
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
Ain't there nothing I can say?
All I want to do is break away this gate
I don't want to be no hero, don't want to be no saint
All I want to do keeps me coming back to you
Credits
Writer(s): Yusuke Yamanaka
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