The Shins - Saint Simon Lyrics

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After all these implements and texts designed by intellects, 
so vexed to find evidently there's still so much that hides; 
and though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines 
their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine. 

I'll try hard not to pretend 
allow myself no mock defense 
as I step into the night. 

Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out 
the nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives, 
the cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me; 
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out. 

I'll try hard not to give in, 
batten down to fare the wind, 
rid my head of this pretense, 
allow myself no mock defense 
as I step into the night

But mercy's eyes are blue; 
when she places them in front of you 
nothing holds a roman candle to 
the solemn warmth you feel inside. 

There's no measuring love. Nothing else is love. 

I'll try hard not to give in, 
batten down to fare the wind, 
rid my head of this pretense, 
allow myself no mock defense 
as I step into the night

But mercy's eyes are blue; 
when she places them in front of you 
nothing really holds a candle to 
the solemn warmth you feel inside of you. 

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lyrics submitted by Monique
lyrics corrected by Rhianon on 21-11-2004