Teksty: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Lost Saint.

Father asks you where you've been,
you tell him and he tells you sin,
He tells you what you think of him,
but you don't think of him

Saint Heloise you're not the only one,
just the only one who knows
there are things you just can't let show

Saint Heloise, you're not the only one,
just the only one who knows
the hidden things you just can't let go

Tell me where the pain resides,
a bully's fist, a teacher's pride,
Wound him with impassive eyes,
he knows his wasted life