Patron Saint Of Pretty Faces

you are a lighthouse
you are what guides my boats to shore
and you are a raindrop
the water that washes my mind pure

and you are a whirlwind
you are the light that fills my spaces
and i'm a disciple
to the patron saint of pretty faces

and i know that i can't be
the cure to what ails you
but know that i stand beneath
if that cure should fail you

cause in my dreams we're alive
in my dreams we don't ever die

you are a long road
but i was born to return home
and you bred a sadness
the kind that sleeps inside my bones

and i know you can't conceive
that someone could love you
but thats just cause you can't see
the light that hangs above you

cause in my dreams we're alive
in my dreams we don't ever die...