Saint on a Saturday

Lyrics

Every Promise you make feels paper thin And now I’m bleeding paper cuts The shit you left me in You lit that fuse and boarded shut the gates I kept the matches just in case The fireworks turn up late - mmm I know I talk too loud as the room gets full You always talk in riddles when the truth it gets too dull You were wrong Saint on a Saturday But Sunday deals in sin Forgiveness comes another time A favour to call in Don’t take my advice Just drink it down A couple that’s too strange Saint on a Saturday I promise you that you will never change What was it you were looking for A high, a wide, a doubt? A wiser man might come up trumps That dog from two doors down You lit that fuse and bolted And left a trail of clues I kept the matches just in case Now there’s nothing to lose But two wrongs aren’t right that doesn’t change it never is You said we’d rise above it all But now I must insist you're still wrong You’re still wrong That note you scribbled out Half truths and borrowed blues Every arrow flashing red All pointing back to you The green exit sign you left from Set off the alarm You paint it white but poison black A violet bruised charm