I wanna pack my bags and just leave.
Leave it all behind, til daylight fades,
I wanna throw my mobile phone away,
Find out who's really there for me.
I feel lost inside myself...
SaintsThere she is, queen of the courtyard,Saints by Mireilles-epitaph
Pampered princess of the damned and broken,
Lovestruck and love token.
Who am I to disagree?
There he is prince of my nightmares,
Shepherd of the lost flock,
Wise and ugly, unwilling to give in.
Who am I to misbehave?
There he is, king of the land,
Leader of the unnamed army,
Bewildered and strange…
Who am I to judge?
There she is guardian of the lost,
Goddess of the dying light,
A tamed shrew,
Who am I to walk away?
There I am, a guilty fool,
A sheep of the lost flock,
Warrior of the soul.
Searching for help at the end of a fading daylight
But to whom shall I call out,
When all these saints don’t act their part?