Saint Nobody

Saint Nobody

Well she likes to wear mascara,
Because it hides away her fears,
But sometimes it runs down her face,
When the world brings her to tears.

And she wears her dark colours,
So she doesn't just 'fit it',
She likes to live her way,
Even if it's deemed a sin.

Oh come with me,
Come and see,
A day in the life,
Of Saint Nobody.
Come shed some tears,
Over all the years,
She has to wait,
Until an answer appears.

In the safety of her headphones,
Music takes her far away,
It sings to her the words,
That she wishes she could say.

Oh come with me,
Come and see,
A day in the life,
Of Saint Nobody.
Come shed some tears,
Over all the years,
She has to wait,
Until an answer appears.

Saint who?
Saint Nobody,
Just another you or me.
Saint you?
You could be a 'somebody',
It's just my nobody eyes,
Make it hard to see...

Oh come with me,
Come and see,
A day in the life,
Of Saint Nobody.
Come shed some tears,
Over all the years,
She has to wait,
Until an answer appears.