The Vent - Sixth Sense

The Vent med deres nummer Sixth Sense
We stand alone to see
what have better be
in the end, when we're leaving
to send the beauty home
Oh, and not go unremembered
Saints are bound to fall
in the Word it seems
I can bring it home
if I stand my ground as one of the sinners
I can save my sorry soul
Oh, or not go change a thing, boy!
Saints are bound to fall
Oh, and I kneel before the weight, my friend
if I could feel this way again
the fight, my sonnet
Hiding under covers - sacred or others
It wont mean a thing when the saints go home
It's like I can see
A sixth sense of the Whole
I would taste the way of the bigot
invited from the cold
Oh, and not go unremembered
Saints are bound to fall
Oh, and I kneel before the weight, my friend
if I could feel this way again
the fight, my sonnet
Hiding under covers - sacred or others
It wont mean a thing when the saints go home