Parade Of Saints

passing time until the river makes it back to the land,
taking breaks from seeing earth from the bellies of whales,
breaking bread until the music brings us back to our beds,
we'll turn keys until we find the one that matches your head.

and your bones keep breaking,
in the night we keep waking.

if this is death than, baby, don't you know that i'd rather die
reciting numbers from the breaches of a chemical high.
you're only safe if you believe that it's the holiest crime,
and you know, so come on can it, we're just here for the ride.
its that effect when you think that you can make it alone,
like breathing slowly to the words from a telephone.
we bring healing like the water from the hands of a god,
and drink it down until the saints forget who we really are.

and your bones keep breaking,
in the night we keep waking,
break the hands of any man who passes it.

hey, hey, won't you build me a coffin
and hold me down until my children see the whites of my eyes,
hey, hey won't you build me a coffin
with golden walls so i will never forget how she smiled,
hey, hey, won't you build me a coffin
and drink wine so that no one knows we got out of line.
hey, hey, won't you build me a coffin?