verse 1
If I close my eyes, will it come to life?
Is it something I'm dreaming of?
If a steady head doesn't rule my heart,
will it lead me to somewhere happy enough?
Pre-Chorus 1
And I'm a sorry soul in a sinful world
(and you don't get out alive)
If I meet myself in a half way home,
and I'll remember the things you said.
Love isn't always fair,
but that's no reason to be so cruel to me.
Hold on to what is there,
and count the saints.
verse 2
There's a reason why we keep it all inside.
To shield my hopes from the raining sky,
then arrange it all into simple lines.
To be part of a world where love can reside.
Pre-Chorus 2
And the hopes I hold in my careful hands
(and they don't get out alive)
and I gave myself to an honest man
Who couldn't keep his promises.
Love isn't always fair,
but that's no reason to be so cruel to me.
Hold on to what is there,
and count the saints.
And count the saints,
and count the saints.
Love isn't always fair,
but that's no reason to be so cruel to me.
Hold on to what is there,
and count the saints.
And count the saints,
and count the saints.