Saint Nothing Lyrics - Singles - Daniel Rossen

Lift, Lift your hand 

Myth, so pristine and white with age. 

Walk with me sweetl 

Saint, I don't know your name 

But your voice, so strong 

It speaks through the glass 

It speaks through the ground 

an empty phrase, a hollow sound 

Calm, quite severe 

Leave the throne 

Your mind so clear, I feel no pain 

And then so near, I taste the blood 

How long, how long? 

How long, how long?