Saint Simon lyrics

After all these implements and texts designed by intellects,
so vexed to find evidently there`s still so much that hides;
and though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines
their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine.

I`ll try hard not to pretend
allow myself no mock defense
as I step into the night.

Since I don`t have the time nor mind to figure out
the nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives,
the cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me;
I value them but I won`t cry every time one`s wiped out.

I`ll try hard not to give in,
batten down to fare the wind,
rid my head of this pretense,
allow myself no mock defense
as I step into the night

But mercy`s eyes are blue;
when she places them in front of you
nothing holds a roman candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside.

There`s no measuring love. Nothing else is love.

I`ll try hard not to give in,
batten down to fare the wind,
rid my head of this pretense,
allow myself no mock defense
as I step into the night

But mercy`s eyes are blue;
when she places them in front of you
nothing really holds a candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside of you.