Letra de (*Fin) - 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 will just have to trust me
I'm scared

I am the patron saint of lost causes
Aren't we all to you just mere lost causes?
Aren't we all to you just lost?

Tommy, you left behind something that
Will 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 world 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 cause
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 is 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?
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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 (Lost causes)
Are we all lost like you? (all we are is all we are to 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?
Are we lost?
Are we lost?



Take what you will, what you will, and leave
Could you kill, could you kill, me?
If the world was on fire,
Nothing was left but hope and desire
And take all that I could bring forth,
Is this hell?
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. 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
is God. Take this and all,
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.