Patron Saint

She's the kind of girl

Who'll smash herself down

In the night

She's the kind of girl

Who'll fracture her mind

Till it's light

She'll break her own

Heart

And you

Know

That she'll break your heart too

So darling, let go of her hand

She's been skipping days

Spilling her drinks in the sink

And you know

She never coming home

Never coming home

A-Again

But when, when, when

She open her eyes, eyes, eyes

Beyond the

Chipping paint through the windowpane

Lies, lies, lies

Her patron saint

Broken and lame

And absolutely insane

For learning

That true love

Exists

So darling, let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

You'll be to blame

For playing this game

And learning

That true love

Exists

She's the kind of girl

Who'll smash herself down

In the night

She the kind of girl

Who'll fracture her mind

Till it's light

She'll break her own heart

And you

Know

That she'll break your heart too

So darling, let go of her hand

Darling, let go of her hand

You'll

Be to blame

For

Playing this game

And learning

That true love

Exists

Broken and lame

And knowing

That true love

Exists

The pain, the pain, the pain

And knowing

That true love

Exists

Doo, doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo

Doo, doo-doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo

Doo-oooo, doo-doo-doo

Ah-da-da, ah-ah