Saint

Saint - Forester

Composed by：Alexander Carlson/David Parris

She hit me like a saint

Caught her face to face

In the dark and I

Found a place to hide

Looking down from planes overnight

So tell me what you want from me

I can't give more than everything

So fog me out of memory

And lit me like I'm kerosene

So so high

So so

So so high

So so

Reflected off the pains

Tell me that I'm seeing something right

Another way to change

Is blurring out the black and the white

So tell me what you want from me

I can't give more than everything

So fog me out of memory

And lit me like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

Like I'm kerosene

So so high

So so

So so high

So so

So so high

So so

So so high

So so