Your Saint (feat. Brother Portrait)

In search of streets of gold

The road may lead to Feneos

Where the river begins

But the journey doesn't end, no

Winding through a valley

You may reach a sulphurous swamp

Place a coin in the mouth of your loved one

So they can be ferried across

 

And shield their eyes to the damned that eternally choke

These muddy waters replaced the dirty words that they spoke

You may ask yourself, "How did I end up around these ways?"

And the wind replies, "My friend, you were at the right time in the wrong place"

 

(Your saint only cares for money)

(Don't you touch his sense of pride)

 

Your saint only cares for money

Your saint only cares for money

Don't you touch his sense of pride

Your saint only cares for money

Your saint only cares for money, ah

Don't you touch his sense of pride

Oh, Paris' arrow is hot on your heels

A scholar caught in the rain

Unnoticed, unnamed

Your saint only cares for money

Don't you touch his sense of pride

 

Shoulder to shoulder, most faces face back

The only warm air was breath through a whispered prayer

Left in the name of God, of family, of land

Arrive and cry, "Thanks" into trembling hands

"How could I survive?", ain't even a question of life

My passage had no ticket, just a price

The debt makes my cheek run rivers, turns sleep to a threat

I dream faces I will never touch again

 

Each body across water, a spirit's still tethered to a place

That meant purpose was being

That sang sweet, I am still tethered, now straining my face

Pulled into shapes of mourning

Now home is a burial ground

Testing faith and grace, all fearful, appalling

Same time, panic and dash, same time still chase

All missed calls and calling

 

A right time never, this time forever

Bones bawling out, "Will you bury us here, really?"

Heart still burning, black core, red fire

All for love

How come they scared? Can't see

The purpose, the power, my sacrifice, the beauty in me

Why they grimace and spit, play fickle with life?

Turn hope into a hell for me

 

Your saint only cares for money

Your saint only cares for money

Don't you touch his sense of pride

Your saint only cares for money

Your saint only cares for money, yeah

Don't you touch his sense of pride

Oh, Paris' arrow is hot on your heels

A scholar caught in the rain

Unnoticed, unnamed

Your saint only cares for money

Don't you touch his sense of pride

Don't you touch his sense of pride, yeah