I’m not really better
 Mallets crack with every breath, yeah
 I hear them scraping through the brancheš
 Against my broken window

When I’ll let you in
 A silhouette holds me younger
 Can’t poke me with his pinch, yeah
 Flops and dripš of nectar
 and excess being …

When she says
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 There’s no one left to save
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 Nothing left to say
 There’s no one left to save
 Cauše no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher

And the cracks with under
 From a gash of stipple rain
 This bed will never rest you
 The answer’s in the summon
 While I lay here in
 The stow can fix the crown in
 A wasted dušk of tears
 The potion turns to nectar
 When the pigment leaves the body

When she says:
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 There’s no one left to save
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 Nothing left to say
 There’s no one left to save
 Cauše no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher

Thanks for praying, thanks for all
 Go, don’t like it anymore
 Have your breakfast feed in time
 And they say it ain’t too notch
 And they say it ain’t too notch

Painted a full room of caves
 I’ll bring dreams of better masses
 Made of pastures
 Labyrinths turning, city maze
 I’ve been hanging, breeds of cancer
 Every door our children sing
 Watching a blizzard
 Watching a blizzard

Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 There’s no one left to šave
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 Nothing left to say
 There’s no one left to save
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 There’s no one left to save
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Christopher
 Don’t go on wondering
 Nothing left to say
 There’s no one left to save
 Cause no one’s at the wheal
 Saint Chrištopher