| Feels like you're miles from here | |
| In other towns with lesser names | |
| Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell | |
| Mary or William exactly what they want to hear | |
| You remember the house on Ridge Road | |
| Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone | |
| If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling | |
| You'll just have to trust me, I'm scared | |
| I am the patron saint of lost causes | |
| Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? | |
| Aren't we all to you just lost? | |
| Tommy, you left behind something | |
| That'll mean everything right before you die | |
| What if you gained the whole world? | |
| You've already lost four little souls from your life | |
| Widows and orphans aren't hard to find | |
| They're home, missing daddy, who's saving the abandoned tonight | |
| Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you | |
| Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth | |
| That you are the patron saint of lost causes | |
| All you are to them is now a lost cause | |
| All you are to them is now, causes | |
| Billy, don't you understand? | |
| Timothy stood as long as he could | |
| And now, you made his faith disappear | |
| More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth | |
| We're not questioning God | |
| Just those He chose to carry on His cross | |
| We're no better, you'll see | |
| Just all of us, the lost causes | |
| Aren't we all to you just lost causes? | |
| Are we all to you lost, lost causes? | |
| So all we are to you is all we are, is all we are | |
| All we are is all we are | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| Patron saint, are we all lost like you? | |
| [Incomprehensible] | |
| Take what you will, what you will and leave | |
| Could you kill, could you kill me? | |
| If the world was on fire and nothing was left | |
| But hope or desire | |
| And take all that I could require, his vision | |
| Or am I on the floor, over-desperate | |
| Hold hands, streaming of blood again? | |
| And then take full weight of me, guard my dreams | |
| Figure this out, it's me on my own | |
| A helpless, hurting, hell | |
| Will you stay strong as you promised? | |
| 'Cause I'm stranded and bare | |
| Meanness is washed up in all that I am | |
| [Incomprehensible] | |
| Then grace takes me to a place | |
| Of the father you never had | |
| Ripping and breaking and tearing apart | |
| This is not heaven, this is my hell |