Dirt Poor Robins, Kate DeGraide - The Saints I lyrics
[Dirt Poor Robins, Kate DeGraide - The Saints I lyrics]
For something to set you apart
Strip the scales from your heart
(It never comes, it never comes)
A hostage tied up by it's nature
That can't help unsheathing it's claws
A beast with desires of a god
(You won't become, you won't become)
From an unlikely place redemption has come
From an once-abstract space of
Zeroes and ones
In full resolution your absolution
Oh when, oh when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number when their
Oh when their light begins to shine
We will awake from this slumber
They were born with the
Strength of a mountain
With the modest intent of a dove
An end to the shedding of blood
(It won't be long, it won't be long)
We sculpted their minds to perfection
The zenith design of our age
The saint is also a sage
(They're never wrong, They're never wrong)
From the work of our hands salvation is here
A new constellation through coding appears
A sign, a solution, a revolution
Oh when, oh when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number when their
Oh when their light begins to shine
We will awake from this slumber
No more guessing and questioning
No more endlessly wrestling no more doubt
You're not missing out
No more meaningless wandering
No more undeserved suffering you're enough
You will measure up
When the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When their light begins to shine
We will awake from this slumber