Talking to My Saint

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Schoeck] Carve some pattern On my left side Symbol don't matter Couldn't decide [Verse 2: Schoeck] I'm not asking For a free pass I just stare at the window I can't see through The glare and the dirt on the glass [Verse 3: Schoeck] Heart slipped off my shirtsleeve End my own parade A child who runs from pole to pole A man who needs a break [Verse 4: Schoeck] A babbler on Grace Street Talking to my saint Puzzle pieces piled on the patio I don't know what they make [Verse 5: Schoeck] Tatterdemalion Sinking and bare Mind that'll fail ya Driving impaired [Bridge: Schoeck] Down from the rafters The cobwebs hang low Morning after, I wake The blankets, I make A place for the spiders to go [Verse 6: Ludlow, Schoeck] Avert ye eyes from danger All these dead birds on the ground A cardinal finds his son's red body In community lost and found [Verse 7: Ludlow, Schoeck] Cuddled in a mare's nest Talking to my saint Dressed up in my favorite suit Pretending I am who I ain't [Outro: Ludlow, Schoeck] I can see a bird on the branches I can see a bird on the branches I can see a bird on the branches I can see a bird on the branches Bird on the branches Bird on the branches Bird on the