Saints for the window, saints for the gate
Saints for to move your real estate
And one to whisper in my ear
Muddy my judgement, cloudy my sight
My head can’t take it when my heart is right
But, really, how often is that true?
Guess it depends upon your point of view
Spirits descending to tug at my sleeve
Making me feel what I won’t believe
Drumming my fingers, table for two
You say you’ll meet me, you never do
But I keep coming anyway
Willing to help you, eager to please
But all of my anxieties
Have left me desperately obtuse
Far too confused to be of any use
Severed connections and fretful desires
Are not what your sensible soul requires
I hear from the bedroom the strain in your voice
The same divinations for the same old choice
I turn down the blanket, I switch off the light
My head can’t take it when my heart is right
But, really, how often is that true?
Guess it depends upon your point of view
credits
from Idiomatic,
released October 1, 2016
Lacie Williams: Lead and Harmony Vocals
Scott Swartz: Pedal Steel, Keyboards, Harmony Vocals
John Baldus: Drums, Percussion
Ezequiel Valguarnera: Bass
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