Текст песни Latter Day Saint - Fog Lake

One, two, three, four

Stayed in bed and watched the ceiling
Prayed to heavens up above
Just to think you were a widow
Never found again true love
Lost the will to live your dreaming
Lonely caving and resigned
Sit and think now, another drink now
It'll cross your mind

Latter day, latter day saint (Latter day, latter day)
Latter day, latter day saint (Latter day, latter day)
Trophy wives with Christian names
Latter day, latter day saint

We stayed sober Easter Sunday
Strung it up to cut the blood
Twelve apostles on the TV
Knew that it was all made up
Don't know why I got the feeling
This could maybe be undone
As the candles hit the curtains
We watched ourselves go up

Latter day, latter day saint (Latter day, latter day)
Latter day, latter day saint (Latter day, latter day)
Consecrated for a day
Latter day, latter day saint (Latter day, latter day)