Saint

My eyes glazed and my fingers cold My body aches, this is getting old From the first drip to the seventh hole Ooh, it's hard to quit, this is getting old All my dreams get soaked in the night I need some light to keep them dry Pour me another, light me another I wish I could be a saint like my mother 'Cause we live the same, we die the same way I would be proud to call you my brother Yeah I would be proud to call you my brother Oh his heart's asleep but it's all I've known And it hurts to speak, this is getting old From morning sun to the evening glow I'm a nervous wreck, this is getting old All my dreams get soaked in the night I need some light to keep them dry Pour me another, light me another I wish I could be a saint like my mother 'Cause we live the same, we die the same way I would be proud to call you my brother ('Cause we live the same, we die the same way) Yeah I would be proud to call you my brother (We live the same, we die the same way) (We live the same, we die the same way) We live the same, yeah we die the same way, oh