Saints and Martyrs

When I was a child the saints and martyrs would sit by my side in sweet company

And they'd talk of the future and how I might live it but no more's the child in me

You may glow in the dark and live without sin perhaps

There's a chance you can come back again

And if you be a river promise you'll carry but no more's the child in me

Should you lose your way remember this secret

The fates and the furies the fools and the kings

Were not overtaken and set about wisely but no more's the child in me

And the water becomes wine mama meet me at the bar

And we'll straighten our halos

And sing one last hallelujah

So what is a child but a grown-up less broken not yet forsaken by

If only's and schemes

So instead of goodnight dear whisper only it's alright and I'll find the child in me