Patron Saint (Live at the Smoakstack) [Live]

Midnight hits, another night shift
Mopping up dreams from the diner floor
The same time every night she carries in those bags underneath her eyes
She's just trying to survive

Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets, behind lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point you didn't answered before

The streets are slow she'll have the usual
Burnt toast an ashtray and a pen
While the coffee pours all night she'd pay in blood just to get it right
But not tonight

Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets under lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point you didn't answered before

And the words come out just as cheap
As the drug store makeup painted on her cheeks
Tell yourself that it's all right you're someone's savior tonight
In the end you're just covering up a bruise
Patron saint of the motel room

Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets, behind lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point you didn't answered before
What's the point you didn't answered before