Текст песни Orwell Knows - Kites

I know that the architect in me
Now grows the grim citadel I breathe
Destroyed that raw catholic boy
His faith has waned
He bears a guilt that still remains

I know there's a poverty that breeds
It grows and grows and grows with glee
You see, I don't preach austerity
There's a great ennui
That stills the heart of our society

Orwell Knows that I'm so tired
Down and out among these spires
It gets so very hard at times
A saint could cry
Orwell Knows that I'm so tired
Down and out among these spires
It gets so very hard at times
A saint could cry

I'm so bored of the unknown
I just want to be alone
Take a little time to understand that
Yeah, I'm alright, you know that i'm alright

A saint could cry, A saint could cry
But I forgive you, I forgive you every time

A saint could cry

Orwell Knows that I'm so tired
Down and out among these spires
It gets so very hard at times
A saint could cry
Orwell Knows that I'm so tired
Down and out among these spires
It gets so very hard at times
A saint could cry