At the Hands of the Saints

I guess it's all about money

I guess it's all about fame

But I'm talking about sunday

So let's talk about ways

Oh my god look what I have done

Yet you still able me son

Are you anywhere?

When I needed you most your so hard to find

You take the breath right out of me at the most Impeccable times

Still I'm helplessly hopeless

Dumb, deaf and blind

I'm running away

Running away

I'm running away tonight

What part of the answer could be found in my heart?

In search of the questions twist and tear me apart

I'm open to correction deep down in my veins

Cause it took my transgressions at the hands of the saints

Oh my god you taken me out of darkness

Into your marvelous light

Are you anywhere?

When I needed you most your so hard to find

You take the breath right out of me at the most Impeccable times

Still I'm helplessly hopeless

Dumb, deaf and blind

I'm running away

Running away

I'm running away tonight

Running away tonight

Are you anywhere?

When I needed you most your so hard to find

You take the breath right out of me at the most Impeccable times

Still I'm helplessly hopeless

Dumb, deaf and blind

I'm running away

Running away

I'm running away!

Are you anywhere?

When I needed you most your so hard to find

You take the breath right out of me at the most Impeccable times

Still I'm helplessly hopeless

Dumb, deaf and blind

I'm running away

Running away

I'm running away tonight

Running away tonight