Icicle Works Saint's Sojourn
I'll come with my best face
As I recall I've been here once or twice
Stone me for relieving
A mass appears as valuable as gold
Game short for the losing hand
Time may help to heal you
Massive is the lion's share
Imagine how we'll be....
Found in blue taste of a greater measure
Long shorn love finest regalia you've worn
Throat run dry come over wide eyed finding
Stars lay down and wait until the saints sojourn
Can't find that elation
With no more than a thought to turn the tide
Swear to you we scavenge
Still our hearts are immortal
Wet skins in our pockets
Cash will jingle when we run
Chorus
