[00:00.801]I am not the devil under the water
[00:06.431]Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles
[00:11.833]Splitting and shriveling, seeping out of me
[00:17.420]God, I’m afraid of the songs you’ve been singing me
[00:23.013]God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly
[00:29.691]And I am the walls crumbling down
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[00:37.419]We are clearly the saints
[00:42.938]No, we are not afraid
[00:48.378]Our names cannot be engraved in the sand
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[01:10.396]I am just a sinner, pulling my splinters out
[01:15.613]Chipping away at a crackling flame
[01:21.112]Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
[01:26.491]When I realized that it all would get harder than this
[01:33.677]But I don’t believe in the surface
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[01:40.954]We can’t see through the sheets
[01:46.408]No, we are not asleep
[01:51.950]And I will not be the leaves on your tree
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[02:24.935]I am the tides
[02:26.689]I’m the beggar left for dead on the side
[02:31.647]And I am the walls crumbling down
[02:35.865]They’re watching me fall through the windows of saints
[02:40.906]They’re making me something I am not
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[03:53.085]Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
[03:58.581]But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
[04:04.116]To keep all his light-headed hoping alive
[04:09.999]Carried for miles inside of your mind
[04:15.254]Now I’m writing down all of my saintly complaints
[04:20.864]And pulling the strings they’ve attached to my face
[04:26.193]But I’m done haunting houses and cursing at God
[04:31.866]And filling up spaces with black and white fog
[04:37.558]I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
[04:42.813]Well what did you think all of that shaking was for?
[04:48.404]Now I’m floating downstream, chasing after my bones
[04:53.955]Well I guess I grew old but I never went home
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