The Madness of the Saints by Tendon Levey Lyrics

I shrink and I curl
To fit through the door to the world
Of the girl I have been hoping for
I stay where I stand
In an ardent ambience by the pen

Then there’s the clue you’re fond of my soul
Alive, only a goat in the resin
I follow your cord and the light from the bullet fired

(I follow your cord and the light from the bullet fired)
(I follow your cord and the light from the bullet fired)
(I follow your cord and the light from the bullet fired)
(I follow your cord)

I shrink and I curl
To fit through the mouth of the spindly man
I have been singing through

Draw from the saints
You can pray till you love my name
Thеn there’s the cluе you’re near to my heart
Stray of the divine, you’ll be safe in the room, the room
The heart I hid in starrier cities
Staring from the servant’s gap
Down the throat, the first that goes
Fanciful confetti forms the rope