Ludlow (Band) – Talking to My Saint

Ludlow (Band) – Talking to My Saint Lyrics

Artist: Ludlow (Band)
Song: Talking to My Saint

Carve some pattern
On my left side
Symbol don’t matter
Couldn’t decide

I’m not asking
For a free pass
I just stare at the window
I can’t see through

The glare and the dirt on the glass
Heart slipped off my shirtsleeve
End my own parade
A child who runs from pole to pole

A man who needs a break
A babbler on Grace Street
Talking to my saint
Puzzle pieces piled on the patio

I don’t know what they make
Tatterdemalion
Sinking and bare
Mind that’ll fail ya

Driving impaired
Down from the rafters
The cobwebs hang low
Morning after, I wake

The blankets, I make
A place for the spiders to go
Avert ye eyes from danger
All these dead birds on the ground

A cardinal finds his son’s red body
In community lost and found
Cuddled in a mare’s nest
Talking to my saint

Dressed up in my favorite suit
Pretending I am who I ain’t
I can see a bird on the branches
I can see a bird on the branches

I can see a bird on the branches
I can see a bird on the branches
Bird on the branches
Bird on the branches

Bird on the
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Release Year: 2018