(*fin) Lyrics - Cities - Anberlin

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