Glass Arrows - Sainthood

Our souls are locked in their pocket
Cashing out everyone one by one
I never thought they'd be so valuable
Washing out mouths after damage is done
I'm not a saint, I'm crouching over
The world up high; stormy skies
What use is wealth, without composure
Stormy skies, stormy skies
I don't know how to breathe
Standing so close to me
Meanwhile, inside I'm screaming
Deep down in my heart I'm bleeding
I'm not a saint, I'm sterling silver
Money I cry, money I cry
What use is wealth, without composure
The world will die, what about I
The world up high, the world up high
Stormy skies, stormy skies
I'm not a saint, I'm sterling silver
Money I cry, money I cry
What use is wealth, without composure
The world will die, what about I
The world will die, what about I
I'm not a saint, I'm crouching over
The world up high; stormy skies
What use is wealth without composure
Stormy skies, stormy skies

Written by:
Brooke Holtskog

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