Lyrics Emma Pollock – I Could Be A Saint
Text:
Don’t say that everything is easy
When I know that everything is hard
I will be your saint or your sinner
I will be whatever plays the part
Don’t say that everything is easy
When you don’t know the effort I put in
I will be your saint or your sinner
I will be whatever lets you win
You are the painter and I am the painted
But your proclamation has left this thing tainted
How you gonna break my heart
When you’ve never even made my day?
How you gonna make me pay
When I’ve given all I had away?
And all of it gave was true
And none of it I gave to you
So you can count the ways in which I love you
And I confess I’ve yet to find them out
But I have plans to get myself enlightened
I will try not to miss any of them out
You’re sending roses while I’m seeking refuge
You’re bending backwards while I’m heading homewards
How you gonna break my heart
When you’ve never even made my day?
How you gonna make me pay
When I’ve given all I had away?
And all of it gave was true
And none of it I gave to you
How you gonna break my heart
When you’ve never even made my day?
When I’ve given all I had away?
And all of it gave was true
But none of it I gave to you
