I am not the Devil under the water
Pulling you down by your own wooden nails
Splitting and shriveling seeping out of me
God, I am afraid of the songs you've been singing me
God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly
I am the walls crumbling down

We are clearly the saints
No, we are not afraid
Our names cannot be engraved
In the sand

I am just a sinner
Pulling my splinters out
Chipping away at the crackling flames
Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
When I realized that it all would get harder than this
But I don't believe in the surface

We can't see through the trees
No, we are not asleep
And I will not be the leaves
On your tree

I'mm the tides
I'm the beggar left for dead on the side
I am the walls
(crumbling down)
Watching me fall
Through windows of saints
Making me something that I am not
Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
To keep all this light heading hoping alive
Carried for miles inside of my mind
Now writing down all of my saintly complaints
And pulling all the strings they’ve attached to my face
But I'm done haunting houses and cursing at god
Filling up spaces with black and white fog
I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
Well, what'd you think all of that shaking was for?
I'm floating down stream chasing after my bones
I guess I grew old but I never went home