There’s still a saint, bring on to be
The nearest will voice beholding me
Another comes, another night
A fragile fasts to beholden light
They’ve got this amicable disease
Soon as they run so they take me
Carry a will since real strong flights
Has severed me to the endless night

So keep us in, justice rules the world
And this is peace, it’s a whispering none
For that direction will surface
Go get the kind to be the constant