The song was right
The one that said
You were breaking down
A heart so big and full of sticks
Buried in the ground
All those kings and saints
And all those saints and kings
Are all falling down
There you are in my bed
Waking up to say
"it shouldve been me instead
You didn't need to blame"
All those kingss and saints
All those saints and kings
Are all falling down
There's your home
Empty still
Where no one knows your needs
Drops of red on window sills
Patterns on the paint
All those mothers and their daughters
All those mothers and their daughters
All falling down
The song was right
The one that said
This will never end
Though our fighting hearts are sick
The rules will never bend
All those kings and saints
All those saints and kings
Theyre all falling down
