the song was right
the one that said
you were breaking down
a heart so big and full of sticks
buried in the ground
all those kids and saints
and all those saints and kids
are all falling down
there you are in my bed
waking up to say
"it shouldve been me instead, you didnt need to blame"
all those kids and saints
all those saints and kids
all falling down
there's your home,
empty still
where no one knows your name
drops of red on window sills
patterns on the paint
all those mothers and their daughters
all those mothers and their daughters
all falling down.
the song was right,
the one that said
this will never end
though our fighting hearts are sick
the rules will never bend.
all those kids and saints.
all those saints and kids.
theyre all falling down.