Saints Preservus - Andrew Bird

I once was found

But now I’m lost

I could be anywhere

Where the strip malls are beige

And the asphalt is hot

Bring me your poor

And your trembling masses

Bring them here

To shelter in your soft-structured parking lot

I’m a stranger

In a land that’s anything but strange

Bury me standing

Bury me deep

Beneath the pylons

I’m groping in the dark

My arms stretched out before me

Saints, preserve us

Beneath your cracks and fissures

Among the fossiled fishes

Our souls, our souls to keep

I’m a stranger

In a land that’s anything but strange

Bury me standing

Oh, bury me deep

Beneath the pylons

I’m groping in the dark

My arms stretched out before me

Saints, preserve us

Beneath your cracks and fissures

Among the fossiled fishes

Our souls, our souls to keep