Lost Saint - The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Father asks you where you’ve been

You tell him and he tells you «sin,»

He tells you what you think of him

Father asks you where you’ve been

You tell him and he tells you «sin,»

He tells you what you think of him

But you don’t think of him

Saint Heloise you’re not the only one

Just the only one who knows

There are things you just can’t let show

Saint Heloise, you’re not the only one

Just the only one who knows

The hidden things you just can’t let go

Tell me where the pain resides

A bully’s fist, a teacher’s pride

Wound him with impassive eyes

He knows his wasted life