All St. Day

(album: The Secret Of Elena's Tomb - 2003)

It was All St. Day
Wind and rain hit my face
Ripped apart from lack of grace
Now so torn

You never said
All of this would end so strange
Walked to a church across the bridge
Found my shame

Never been the type to confess
It all seems to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opens wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever

November fades
Never could put this mind to rest
Step in the cold and on the mess
Feeling scorned

I found myself
Hinting with nothing to give or show
Never gave a care until now
Now it's late

Never been the type to confess
It all seems to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opens wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever

Pariah prophet faltering way too much
The crazed crusades got me in a crux
Like a mute without a voice
With a bottle in my hand, make some noise
Make some noise
Make some noise
Make some noise

It was All St. Day
It was All St. Day