Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saint Simon, artist - the Shins. Date of issue: 20.10.2003
Song language: English
Saint Simon |
| After all these implements and text designed by intellects |
| So vexed to find evidently there’s just so much that hides |
| And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines |
| Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine |
| I’m trying hard not to pretend |
| Allow myself no mock defense |
| Step into the night |
| Since I don’t have the time nor mind to figure out |
| The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives |
| The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me I value them but I won’t cry if the time was wiped out |
| I’m trying hard not to give in Battened down to fair the wind |
| Rid my head of this pretense |
| Allow myself no mock defense |
| Step into the night… |
| Mercy’s eyes are blue |
| When she places them in front of you |
| Nothing holds a roman candle to The solemn warmth you feel inside |
| There’s no measuring of it As nothing else is love |
| I’ll try hard not to give in Battened down to fair the wind |
| Rid my head of this pretense |
| Allow myself no mock defense |
| Step into the night… |
| Mercy’s eyes are blue |
| When she places them in front of you |
| Nothing really holds a candle to The solemn warmth you feel inside of you |