THE NEW SAINT

I imagine colder days
in my present view
unexplainable messages
certain destitute

As I climb the highest mountain
reaching out in search of faith
you don’t open the sky
turn away from you to face the world
the eyes of those who bare their souls
will turn on you and say – I FEEL LIKE GOD

hope is for the new saint – even in a Hollywood afternoon – I can feel you reaching down
hope is for the new saint – even in a city of ruins – I can see you touching down

I feel like I’ve god dammed
the only hope we had
left their feelings with no trust in hand
in stead you left a lullaby – why

As I climb the highest mountain
reaching out in search of faith
you don’t open the sky
turn away from you to face the world
the eyes of those who bare their souls
will turn on you and say – I FEEL LIKE GOD

hope is for the new saint – even in a Hollywood afternoon – I can see you touching down
hope is for the new saint – even in a city of ruins – I can feel you reaching down

Ever look love right straight in the eyes you’ll know you feel the same. The Saint.
Ever look love right straight in the eyes you’ll know you feel the same. The Saint.
Ever look love right straight in the eyes you’ll know you feel the same. The Saint.
Ever look love right straight in the eyes you’ll know you feel the same. The Saint.

The saint.
The saint.


Drums/Guitars/Vox: Chill
Bass: Brian Kehoe
Strings/BGs: Scott Young

Lyrics & music by Clayton Hill