Saint Obscure

It is always days like these
Fog blankets trembling trees
What was certain feels unsure
I think of you, Saint Obscure

When I'm overwhelmed with guilt
Time moves too fast or stands still
Can't speak so I endure
Are you listening, Saint Obscure?

Within all that is true
Are we just liars?

We could not be reasoned with
Share advice like a fifth
We were laid out on the floor
Not sure who needed it more

Sick and tired of the war
Shamed memories of before
I used to look to you
I had nothing to prove

Within all that is true
Are we just liars?

I can hear it from the outside
I can feel it on the in
I've been waiting a long time
To hear this sound again