i'm not really better
mallets crack with every breath, yeah
i hear them scraping through the branche?

against my broken window

when i'll let you in

a silhouette holds me younger
can't poke me with his pinch, yeah
flops and drip? of nectar

and excess being ?

when she says

saint christopher
don't go on wondering
there's no one left to save

cause no one's at the wheal
saint christopher
don't go on wondering

nothing left to say
there's no one left to save
cau?e no one's at the wheal

saint christopher

and the cracks with under

from a gash of stipple rain
this bed will never rest you
the answer's in the summon

while i lay here in
the stow can fix the crown in
a wasted du?k of tears

the potion turns to nectar
when the pigment leaves the body


when she says:
saint christopher
don't go on wondering

there's no one left to save
cause no one's at the wheal
saint christopher

don't go on wondering
nothing left to say
there's no one left to save

cau?e no one's at the wheal
saint christopher


thanks for praying, thanks for all
go, don't like it anymore
have your breakfast feed in time

and they say it ain't too notch
and they say it ain't too notch


painted a full room of caves
i'll bring dreams of better masses
made of pastures

labyrinths turning, city maze
i've been hanging, breeds of cancer
every door our children sing

watching a blizzard
watching a blizzard


saint christopher
don't go on wondering
there's no one left to ?ave

cause no one's at the wheal
saint christopher
don't go on wondering

nothing left to say
there's no one left to save
cause no one's at the wheal

saint christopher
don't go on wondering
there's no one left to save

cause no one's at the wheal
saint christopher
don't go on wondering

nothing left to say
there's no one left to save
cause no one's at the wheal
saint chri?topher