Saints - San Fermin

Thinking back on all my friends

Years and years of birthday parties

Little fiends on halloween

Monsters in the fields

Losing track of all my friends

Guess who’s moving in together

Put a grown up costume on

Only you and me

Haunted houses where we sleep

With the ghosts of boyfriends watching

Guess we want for nothing

How paradoxical

Brace the walls with good intentions

Temporary architecture

Build me something beautiful

Beautiful

Why you have to be a goddamn saint

Don’t you see it only makes this hard

Why you have to be a goddamn saint

Nobody’s dying for this love

Saint who raised us from the dead

Saint who saved us from the party

Saint who lives with no regrets

How pathological

Losing track of all our friends

Guess who’s moving in together

Just a couple quiet martyrs

Quiet martyrs

Why you have to be a goddamn saint

Don’t you see it only makes this hard

Why you have to be a goddamn saint

Nobody’s dying for this love

Am I a wasp

Am I a wasp

Am I a wasp

In your sheets

Don’t you see it only makes this hard

Why you have to be a goddamn saint

Nobody’s dying for this love