Cult to A Saint

I tied ribbons 'round our broken things

Tell me when and I'll start loosening

And I'm drawn like a colt to a saint

In your gaze, I can do anything

We repeat like we're polka dots

Like the crumbs on a tablecloth

And I'm drawn like a colt to a saint

In your gaze, I could do anything

Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere

So feed a little faith, my fear

When the edges of the night cuts you like a knife

How I wish you'd lay your head on mine

And I'm drawn like a colt to a saint

In your gaze, I could do anything

Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere

So feed a little faith, my dear

Ooh, won't you stay right here?

Just keep me in your atmosphere

Ooh, I'm in your atmosphere

Feed a little faith, my dear

Ooh, won't you stay right here?

Keep me in your atmosphere