I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,
Not sure which one’s the winner,
Perhaps one day I’ll know
It’s your perception shapes the show
An each way bet the sliding door
But can what’s changed be changed far more
And if what’s changed before is changed again
Did it really change at all; does blood still flow in the
same veins
So can I close the sliding door
And then what’s changed shall echo more
Buying one thing not the other,
You’re in one shop, me another
Am I eclipsed by the Sun
Or shadow overcast by someone
And must the Stars realign, for you to re-assign
The role I want to play, in your grand design
I know I’m weak and I know I’m strong Sometimes I’m right Sometimes
I’m wrong
The wind is hot and blows for so long I missed you but didn’t know until you were
gone
I missed you but didn’t know until you were gone
There’s a tunnel at the end of the light I’m on a train so long no end
in sight
Another day it might feel wrong Tonight my message is too
long
Tonight my message is too long
About how I feel when I hear your voice And wonder why you
made your choice
The paradox of life is what I haunt The more you love me the more you want
But when you know me, you know what not to want
Breaking news like a breaking heart I pretend not to care right from the start
But then I phone and hear your voice A perfect beginning but you made your choice
A perfect beginning but you made your choice
The paradox of life is what I haunt But when you know me, you know what not to
want
So how do I buy a train ticket to get back Or is my luggage always on the
waiting rack
Yet the wine flows uphill in the dining car While I look for my bridge too far
While I look for my bridge too far
No need to staunch clear blood that’s not yet flown
But still Bastille must be overthrown
But when you know me, you know what not to want
But when you know me, you know what not to want
I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,
not sure which ones the winner
Neither one thing nor the other,
I was in one shop; you were in another
Sometimes I think about the life that I have lead
Some storms, some daylight, some greed and bread
Do I still have a reason here
Or is my purpose served my dear
Am I standing here eclipsed by Sun
And when solar shadow sets, will I still be here to run
I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner
Not sure which ones the winner
Neither one thing nor the other,
I was in one shop; you were in another
