Saints

She wears a party dress
I see her eyes go fast
And she is looking at me-e

I said don’t be afraid
Before it’s getting late
Once you come closer to me

I’ve lost my soul tonight
Under the city lights
We stranded in this attraction

Oh woman why’re you here
Why don’t you disappear
You see I need your reflection

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on

**several times: ‘saints’ (background)**

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on

We can’t be saints
But you can try if you want to
Saints, and then you move on