Saints Kiss

Far from the hustle All I hear is a remain Of nice dissociation, Ah My body making no sound In comparison It's the most deafening Of all my feelings In the night I left them Lovers passing by Somehow hearing laughter Leaves me hollow Hollow, hollow... And Saints raise their glasses Saints kiss at the window Don't know if it'll last I have a hunch about tomorrow From an orange window A warm light attracts me Like a small bug on a wall I have a hunch about tomorrow Far from the hustle All I hear is a remain Of nice dissociation My feet are getting me up As I wake up with no faith I'll drink from the same cup Always tasteless And Saints raise their glasses Saints kiss at the window Don't know if it'll last I have a hunch about tomorrow From an orange window A warm light attracts me Like a small bug on a wall I have a hunch about tomorrow