Saint Simon Lyrics

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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...

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...

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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... 
 
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...

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