Saints And Sinners

Clock keeps on ticking but
Still I'm not winning and the
Luck has all but run dry
When your lips aren't kissing and your
Hands I've been missing
Blow your love by

And all the saints and the sinners
Breaking bread with only the winners
And the angels and the demons are in the
Garden that is my head
Fear me not, fear me not I'm not lost
No, no
The pace is getting, the air is getting thin
Let this witness in

My soul keeps on singing and my
Hands keep on praying but the wick
Has burned down to the ground
When your tongue stops its wagging and your
Mind stops imagining we'll flow
Flow, flow, flow your flags high

And all the saints and the sinners
Breaking bread with only the winners
And the angels and the demons are in the
Garden that is my head
Fear me not, fear me not I'm not lost
No, no
The pace is getting, the air is getting thin
Let this witness in

The garden in my head

The good book says to make a noise
Make a joyful noise unto the lord
He doesn't say its got to be a pretty one
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

And all the saints and the sinners
Breaking bread with only the winners
And the angels and the demons are in the
Garden that is my head
Fear me not, fear me not I'm not lost
No, no
The pace is getting, the air is getting thin
Let this witness in

Let this witness in



Credits
Writer(s): Vasilios Bouras
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