(Fin) - Anberlin
Feels like I'm miles from here in other towns
With lesser names where the only ghost doesn't tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear
You remember the house that we drew
Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone
If this is salvation I can show you the trembling
You'll just have to trust me
I'm scared
I am the patron saint of lost causes
Aren't we all to you just mere lost causes
Are we all to you just lost?
Tommy you're left behind
Something you'll mean everything right before you die
But if you gain the whole world
You've already lost four little souls from your life
Widows and orphans aren't hard to find
Their home is in daddy who's saving you random tonight
wish your drinking would hurry and kill you
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
That you are the patron saint of lost causes
All you are to them is now a lost cause
All you are to them is now cause lost...
Billy, don't you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
You made his faith disappear
More like a magician
And less like a man of the call
We're not questioning God
Just those he chose to carry on his cause
We'll grow better, you'll see
Just all of us, the lost causes
Aren't we all to you just lost causes?
Aren't we all to you lost?
Lost causes
Aren't we all to you
Is all we are, is all we are
What we are is all we are
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron saint. Are we all lost like you
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you
Take what you will, what you will
And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me
If the world was on fire
and nothing was left but hope or desire
And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell
Or am I on the floor over-desperate?
Hold hands streaming of blood again?
And then take full weight of me
Guard my dreams, figure this out,
It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell
Will you stay strong as you promised?
Cause I'm stranded and bare.
Meanness is washed up in all that I am
is God. Take this and all,
Then grace takes me to a place
Of the father you never had
Ripping and breaking and tearing apart
This is not heaven
This is my hell.