Like the Saint Songtext
von Bellows

Living by the river and the mountains tall
Living like the saint in the paint on your wall
Feels so good

I am not your brother, I am not your mom
I am not your dad or your unborn son
I am your friend

Do you ever think about the nights when I
Copied your expressions ′til we both fell quiet?
It's cause I was drunk, and I′m sorry

Living by the river where the trees are high
Floating like a saint like the paint above your eyes
But you don't wear that anymore

I am not your brother, I am not your mom
I am not your dad or your unborn son
I am your friend


Do you ever think about the afternoons
We pasted them and placed them between the moon and the sky
Cause that's like being high
Though I don′t know

Living by the river where the kids looks cool
Flying like a saint through the trees
I looked, only once, but I still felt the wiser

You are not my brother, you are not my mom
You are not my dad, or my son
You are my friend

Do you ever think about the nights when I
Came into your body from a place so high
That your arms would shake

Living in your bedroom, living inside
Living like a saint in the rain, catching death
I reflected your expression but I didn′t express
The west coast attitude my mother confessed
After years of lying kindly