The Skids The Saints Are Coming

I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
The stone says
This paternal guide once had his day
Once had his day


The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.