You're a cute small spade
Bearing all that you muster
You could dig my grave
I'd be honored to watch ya
I could sit and gaze
At your innocent nature
Like a campfire flame
That's been passed down for ages
And you're too good for me
Never had a night so reality
Little saint
You are pain in its pure form
A windowhouse rainstorm
You are warm
Like the feeling of pressure
The weight of your gesture
And you're too good for me
Never had my sight so staticly
Bearing all that you muster
You could dig my grave
I'd be honored to watch ya
I could sit and gaze
At your innocent nature
Like a campfire flame
That's been passed down for ages
And you're too good for me
Never had a night so reality
Little saint
You are pain in its pure form
A windowhouse rainstorm
You are warm
Like the feeling of pressure
The weight of your gesture
And you're too good for me
Never had my sight so staticly