Twelve Saints

Cups and orphans Who stared at the distance Thinking back to friends that we'd lost Probably could have handled any one of these dark nights But the way they stacked up, didn't spend a chance The dropping of banister led us away Under all my summer faith So patiently we wandered Beside the heath Earth made the saint of long forgotten curses Broken up shells and cold waiting years You cast a last ditch spell of smoke and water We all let go and watched you leave And waiting for guidance we were found Finding untold water But not surface The eternal soul So patiently but so lost here And all the lies bring But twelve saints and a moon