Saint

I'm afraid to say what's on my mind Think that's why I've been so quiet I'm afraid to say what's on my mind I've been sizing up my ghosts and dreams Make them fight til I hear someone scream 'Cause there's only so much I can host I've been sizing up my dreams and ghosts Well the armor isn't fitting right All my belts are loose and my boots too tight And each shadow makes me catch my breath I don't feel quite in your image yet And my mind's been set on earthly things Lifting rocks in search of angel wings But to handle both the ground and sky I'm afraid to say what's on my mind Oh Oh In the light cast from your bedroom door I'm not sure what I'm afraid of more Is it who we are or who we ain't It's impossible to stay a saint I'd throw every scrap of praise away How impressive all the sages say If it means that I could keep you close I'm still sizing up my dreams and ghosts Oh Oh Oh