Saints Preservus - Andrew Bird
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Saints Preservus Lyrics
I once was found but now I'm lost
I could be anywhere
Where the strip malls are beige and the asphalt is hotBring me your poor and your trembling masses,
Bring them here to shelter
In your soft-structured parking lotI'm a stranger
In a land that's anything but strange
Bury me standing
Bury me deep, beneath the pylonsI'm groping in the dark --
My arms stretched out before me
Saints Preservus, beneath your cracks and fissures,
Among the fossiled fishes, our souls
Our souls to keepI'm a stranger
In a land that's anything but strange
Bury me standing
Bury me deep, beneath the pylonsI'm groping in the dark
My arms stretched out before me
Saints Preservus, beneath the cracks and fissures,
Among the fossiled fishes, our souls
Our souls to keep