Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saint Valentine, artist - Gregory Alan Isakov. Date of issue: 08.07.2013
Song language: English
Saint Valentine |
| She went out for cigarettes and never came home |
| And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed |
| Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail |
| Spread out across the Great Divide |
| Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine |
| I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines |
| Ain’t that my old heart hanging out on your lines |
| You’re all fucked up, Saint Valentine |
| Now I circle the bars on the promenade |
| While the girls in the glass, they’re just throwing me shade |
| And I’m saving my coins up for Jingling Jane |
| She’s out plucking strings in the pouring rain |
| See I’m all crooked feet, Saint Valentine |
| I’ve circled this map till it caught on fire |
| Now Grace she’s left you just skin and bone |
| Well, you hang up your hat, but you can’t call it home |
| You’ve tried and you’ve tried, but you can’t call it home |
| You’re the loneliest one, Saint Valentine |
| You’re the loneliest one, Saint Valentine |
| You’re all fucked up, Saint Valentine |