Pale Saints

the sight of you the sight of you makes me feel blue makes me feel blue the things you said the things you said make me feel bad my heart is sad i think of him i think of him soaked all in red i wish him dead you say that he you say that he's nothing

Tear the world in two And choose a half But [unverified] look inside you You are what you are I've seen it through And you will too I can tell that you Feel these things too [Unverified] And teach yourself to walk Into the hole Exploding in your hear

I'm tired of too much of this And this is wearing me thin There are too many hours And too many ways to fill them in Fine friend, you're a fine friend When will I see Fine friend, you're a fine friend You've been an anchor for me I'm tired of holding

Pounding away in the back of my head Until I've almost lost myself And those red and black patterns In which nothing happens, have made me sleep A beautiful voice is a nail Being pulled out of wood Carry on little hammer You were always my favorite t