Saintly Songtext
von Small Million

Looks like the moon
The night you left
When you tucked me into bed
′Cause we drank whiskey on the kitchen floor
And we laughed about the girl you left me for

I wanna ask how you've been sleeping
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
This prayer won′t leave my throat

I love you but I know
That it won't save me
Mercy is letting you go
So damn saintly


You got a sorrow I can't mend
Is that just my taste in men?
They call it hunger, call it thirst
Must be blameless ′cause I put you first

I wanna ask how you′ve been sleeping
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
This prayer won't leave my throat

I love you but I know
That it won′t save me
Mercy is letting you go
So damn saintly
I love you but I know
That it won't save me

Oh, what good, oh, what good
Is being so damn saintly?
Oh, what good, oh, what good
Is being so damn saintly?