Count The Saints

If I close my eyes, will it come to life?

Is it something I'm dreaming of?

If a steady hand, doesn't rule my heart

Will it lead me to somewhere happy enough?

Now my soul is sore in a sinful world (and you don't get out alive)

If I meet myself in a halfway home

And I will remember the things you said

Love isn't always fair

But that's no reason to be so cruel to me

Hold on to what is there

And count the saints

There's a reason why, I keep it all inside

To shun my hopes from the raining sky

Then arrange it all into simple lines

To be part of a world where love can reside

And the hope's are holding my careful heart (and it don't get out alive)

And I gave myself to a lonely smile

Who couldn't keep his promises

Love isn't always fair

But that's no reason to be so cruel to me

Hold on to what is there

And count the saints

And count the saints

And count the saints

Love isn't always fair

But that's no reason to be so cruel to me

Hold on to what is there

And count the saints

And count the saints

And count the saints