Saint Nothing Lyrics
| Song | Saint Nothing |
| Artist | Daniel Rossen |
| Album | Silent Hour / Golden Mile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lift, lift your head. | |
| Myth, so pristine and white with age. | |
| Walk with me, speak to me. | |
| Saint, I don't know your name. | |
| But your voice is so strong, it speaks through the glass, speaks through the ground. | |
| An empty phrase, a hollow sound. | |
| Calm, quite severe. | |
| Lead the throng, your mind so clear you feel no pain, an end so near you taste the blood. | |
| How long? |
| Lift, lift your head. | |
| Myth, so pristine and white with age. | |
| Walk with me, speak to me. | |
| Saint, I don' t know your name. | |
| But your voice is so strong, it speaks through the glass, speaks through the ground. | |
| An empty phrase, a hollow sound. | |
| Calm, quite severe. | |
| Lead the throng, your mind so clear you feel no pain, an end so near you taste the blood. | |
| How long? |
| Lift, lift your head. | |
| Myth, so pristine and white with age. | |
| Walk with me, speak to me. | |
| Saint, I don' t know your name. | |
| But your voice is so strong, it speaks through the glass, speaks through the ground. | |
| An empty phrase, a hollow sound. | |
| Calm, quite severe. | |
| Lead the throng, your mind so clear you feel no pain, an end so near you taste the blood. | |
| How long? |
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