(*Fin)

By Anberlin

On Cities

Released on February 20, 2007

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[Verse 1]

Feels like you’re miles from here

In other towns with lesser names

Where the unholy ghost doesn’t tell

Mary or William exactly what they want to hear

You remember the house on Ridge Road

Told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone

If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling

You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared


[Chorus]

I am the patron saint of lost causes

Are we all to you just mere lost causes?

Aren’t we all to you just lost


[Verse 2]

Tommy, you left behind

Something that will mean everything right before you die

What if you gained the whole world?

You’ve already lost four little souls from your life

Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find

They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight

Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you

Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth


[Chorus]

That you are the patron saint of lost causes

All you are to them is now a lost cause

All you are to them is now, causes


[Verse 3]

Billy, don’t you understand?

Timothy stood as long as he could and now

You made his faith disappear

More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth

We’re not questioning God

Just those he chose to carry on His cross

We’re no better, you’ll see

Just all of us, the lost causes


[Chorus]

Are we all to you just lost causes?

Are we all to you lost?

Lost causes

So all we are to you

Is all we are, is all we are

All we are is all we are


[Bridge (Choir)]

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

(Lost causes, all we are is all we are)

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (To you, lost...)


[Bridge 2]

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

All is lost...

All is lost...


[Verse 4]

Take what you will, what you will and leave

Could you kill, could you kill me?

If the world was on fire and nothing was left of hope or desire

And take all that I could bring forth

Is this Hell? Or am I on the floor

Over-desperate hold hands

Streaming of blood again?

And then take full weight of me

Guard my dreams, figure this out

It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell

Will you stay strong as you promised?

Cause I'm stranded and bare

Meanness has washed up in all that I am

Please God take this and all

Then grace takes me to a place

Of the father you never had

Bending and breaking and tearing apart

This is not heaven, this is my Hell