Saints

Smiling mother
Fearless child
Burning words
From the church choir

A boy that runs
Is twice as wise
He'll shiver, he'll shake, with his shining eyes

I've seen it all, undid my ways
But I come alive when I see your face.

Decide your way to fall, tell me I'm wrong.
Decide your way to fall, you say I'm a fool.

A tap on your window,
When the saints are asleep
Steal your father's whiskey, start runnin' down the street.
The nighttime she is calling you, she's whisperin' through her teeth
Moaning hallelujah, she's begging you to leave

Decide your way to fall, tell me I'm wrong.
Decide your way to fall, you say I'm a fool.

Your words are drippin' honey, intoxicate like wine
You're lightin' fires inside her soul, burning in her mind
She'll be fine, she'll be fine.