Saint

My eyes glazed

And my fingers cold

And my body aches

This is getting old

From the first drip

To the seventh hole

Oh, it's hard to quit

This is getting old

All my dreams get soaked in the night

I need the light to keep them dry

Pour me another, light me another

I wish I could be a saint like my mother

'Cause we live the same, we die the same way

I would be proud to call you my brother

Yeah, I would be proud to call you my brother

Oh, this heart's asleep

But it's all I've known

And it hurts to speak

This is getting old

From the morning sun

To the evening glow

I'm a nervous wreck

This is getting old

All my dreams get soaked in the night

I need some light to keep them dry

Pour me another, light me another

I wish I could be a saint like my mother

'Cause we live the same, we die the same way

I would be proud to call you my brother

('Cause we live the same, we die the same way)

Yeah, I would be proud to call you my brother

(We live the same, we die the same way)

(We live the same, we die the same way)

We live the same, we die the same way, oh

(And we die the same way)