Talking to My Saint Lyrics – Ludlow (Band)
Singer: Ludlow (Band)
Title: Talking to My Saint
Carve some pattern
On my left side
Symbol don’t matter
Couldn’t decide
I’m not asking
For a free pass
I just stare at the window
I can’t see through
The glare and the dirt on the glass
Heart slipped off my shirtsleeve
End my own parade
A child who runs from pole to pole
A man who needs a break
A babbler on Grace Street
Talking to my saint
Puzzle pieces piled on the patio
I don’t know what they make
Tatterdemalion
Sinking and bare
Mind that’ll fail ya
Driving impaired
Down from the rafters
The cobwebs hang low
Morning after, I wake
The blankets, I make
A place for the spiders to go
Avert ye eyes from danger
All these dead birds on the ground
A cardinal finds his son’s red body
In community lost and found
Cuddled in a mare’s nest
Talking to my saint
Dressed up in my favorite suit
Pretending I am who I ain’t
I can see a bird on the branches
I can see a bird on the branches
I can see a bird on the branches
I can see a bird on the branches
Bird on the branches
Bird on the branches
Bird on the
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