Count the Saints

If I close my eyes, will it come to life?
Is it something I'm dreaming of?
If a steady head doesn't rule my heart
Will it lead me to somewhere happy enough?

Now I'm a sorry soul in a sinful world
(And you don't get out alive)
If I meet myself in a half way home
And I'll remember all the things you said

Love isn't always fair
But that's no reason to be so cruel to me
Hold on to what is there
And count the saints

There's a reason why I keep it all inside
To shield my hopes from the raining sky
And arrange it all into simple lines
To be a part of a world where love can reside

And the hopes I hold in my careful hands
(And they don't get out alive)
And I gave myself to an honest man
Who couldn't keep his promises

Love isn't always fair
But that's no reason to be so cruel to me
Hold on to what is there
And count the saints
And count the saints
And count the saints

Love isn't always fair
But that's no reason to be so cruel to me
Hold on to what is there
And count the saints
And count the saints
And count the saints