Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saint With A Fever , by - Patrick Park. Song from the album Everyone's In Everyone, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 12.11.2007
Record label: Cobraside
Song language: English
Saint With A Fever |
| You cast off the chains that tied and bound |
| You’re sick of their talk and won’t carry their crowns |
| You hollowed the space where they darkened the ground |
| With weary precision you lowered 'em down |
| Oh preacher, believer |
| Saint with a fever |
| You timid only son |
| You better wipe that dust from the tip of your tongue |
| And sing what ain’t been sung |
| Cause I’ve seen better days and I’ve seen the end |
| I saw a grown man break |
| I saw a changed man mend |
| And I’ve been in deep |
| Way over my head |
| I heard the virgin weep |
| While the savior bled |
| Oh preacher, believer |
| Saint with a fever |
| You timid only son |
| You better wipe that dust from the tip of your tongue |
| And sing what ain’t been sung |
| I cast off the chains that tied and bound |
| I’m sick of their talk, I won’t carry their crowns |
| A hollowed space where they darkened the ground |
| With weary precision I lowered 'em down |