How Many Saints

There's no need to make this any more complicated
I'm short of making sense of the mess we have created
I'm still trying to listen, consider all the positions
This time I could ask but I'm so scared of the questions

Oh but I've been wrong before
Yeah I remember
And are your wounds still sore?
Mine are both red and tender

We died like the saints that much was taken
This intense our decline, our decline
For that intense, that intense our relation

Oh but I've been wrong before
Yeah I can taste it
I've had my chances before and if this is my last
Don't let me waste it, waste it, waste it

Cause as St. Paul was at the gate, Saint Christopher endures the journey
I don't want to hear another name
It's not sticks and stones but names that hurt me
If you think I took it somewhere else to take a risk upon our health
Then go let them test me
And if you ever really thought that I was making love for sport
Then have them arrest me
Have them arrest me

When I'm pouring them out
The measures must be even
Of this much I am sure
I am sure as my middle name is Stephen.

Oh but I've been wrong before
You know I remember
And are your wounds still as sore
Still as sore
Still as sore
As sore as mine were ever, ever, ever

Cause as St. Paul was at the gate, Saint Christopher endures the journey
I don't want to hear another name
It's not the sticks and stones but names that hurt me
And if you think I took it somewhere else to take a risk upon our health
Then go let them test me
And if you ever really thought that I was making love for sport
Then have them arrest me
Have them arrest me

Cause just when I might think there's something more
There's some penny pinching whore that will contest me
I should be warm under the covers with no need for new-found lovers
Cause I invested, damn I invested
And if I take another breath
Let it be upon your breast
And let me rest there
And as we try to understand all the blood upon these hands
It's cause we've been tested
We've been tested
We've been tested
We've been tested

The Terrible Selves

My one defining moment
What's it gonna be?
Do I become a millionaire
Or regain my virginity
And will I be so separate
From the self I am today
And do I get to ride shotgun
And pass myself along the way

It sure would be good to know
What to leave up on the shelf
It sure would be good to know
How to face
How to face, face
The terrible selves

There's a danger in concealment
So I offer up a joke
I picked it from a packet
Like a playing card or a smoke
I could play it or set alight to it
Either one is done in time
Cause soon there may be nothing
Maybe nothing
As forgiving as your smile
As your smile

It sure would be good to know
What to leave up on the shelf
It sure would be good to know, good to know
How to face
How to face
The terrible selves
Terrible selves

I've a need for communication
Not so much to communicate
For when I'm alone I'm not alone, not alone
Let not the responses come too late

Hey, ain't it nothing

It sure would be good to know
What to leave up on the shelf
It sure would be good to know, good to know
How to face
How to face
The terrible selves
Terrible selves

Hey, ain't it nothing
Hey, ain't it nothing
Hey, ain't it nothing

Straight Lines

A nervous hand holds a steady hand
For to hang beneath the weight
A simple word of re-assurance
May just have come too late
Cause I don't think in straight lines
And I won't get it done overnight
Cause I'm too aware of my fault lines
No I won't get it done the way you might

I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
About you now

A broken bond was much forgiven
This side of a one-way street
And should you call up, the pleasures all mine
On the occasion that we meet
Cause you're gonna think in straight lines
And you're gonna get it done the way you might
And you don't need my fault lines
No you don't need the sound of another fight

I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
About you now

I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
I'm not worried about you now
I'm worried about you now
About you now
Now...

Line 'Em Up*

Were it not for you - were it not for I
Were it not for a sorry hope hanging in a sorry sky
Were it not for your designs on a golden fleece
And were it not for your inability to make your peace

You got me down - c'mon and kick me around
You got me down
You got me down - c'mon and kick me around
You got me down

Tell 'em all that I went to pieces
Tell 'em all I'm done
Line 'em up and as the line increases
Tell 'em all I'm done

What I say to you, may not be what I say to you
What I do for you, may not be what I do for you
Yeah you got lines, you got lines that open doors
But I got time, time enough to grow some claws

Tell 'em all that I went to pieces
Tell 'em all I'm done
Line 'em up and as the line increases
Tell 'em all I'm done

Tell 'em all that I went to pieces
Yeah tell 'em all I'm done
Line 'em up and as the line increases
Tell 'em all I'm done

You got me down - c'mon and kick me around
You got me down
You got me down - so come on and kick me around
You got me down

Muzzle

The toast of the city
The charmers with all the right moves have arrived
They listen intently
Then feed you the lines of your own design
But they're talking to no-one
Except a woman to conquer this night
Not bad?
Are you sure?

Now he's taking the muzzle off
And he's pouring back the words that you gave him on a plate
And he never would have said them
Too soon he will forget them
As in other times
His moment is stolen of yours
Why don't you wind him backwards and see what you can find
Cause I never would have believed it
If I knew I hadn't have seen it with my own eyes

I'm sure you think they're really clever
Making legends in their own lunchtimes
So take another glass of water
And have him change it into sweet sweet wine
And so you hide inside your vision of hope
But I know how it is to find you
I heard
I found

Now he's taking the muzzle off
And he's pouring back the words that you gave him on a plate
And he never would have said them
Too soon he will forget them
As in other times
His moment is stolen of yours
Why don't you wind him backwards and see what you can find
Cause I never would have believed it
If I knew I hadn't have seen it with my own eyes

Oh baby do you have cigarette?
Steal one from him as on the night we met
He'll give it up because he's used to it
We could teach him how to lose
Cause he's in such need of it
He's in need of it
Such need of it

Now he's taking the muzzle off
And he's pouring back the words that you gave him on a plate
And he never would have said them
Too soon he will forget them
As in other times
His moment is stolen of yours
Why don't you wind him backwards and see what you can find
Cause I never would have believed it
If I knew I hadn't have seen it with my own eyes

Yeah he's he's taking his muzzle off
Says how he's not even happy in his own head
So he's taking chicks to bed
Playing party games instead of getting it right
But you're smart enough to know this game
But I'll take the risk of sounding just the same
But I don't need another motive
An honest line will suffice
I should know
I said, I should know
I said, I should know
Know...

©2000 Miles Hunt (Miles Hunt Music/BMI Music)
except * by Miles Hunt and Russ Hunt