Television of Saints

Flowers falling early this morning
Writing a chapter that I thought we never were
Words are spinning around my world

Weaving a web, washing over my heels
I can see it so clear but I make my bed
And I climb in anyway

Crushed under the weight of what mistakes
Can cost and cause to fall from up above
Till this nightmare wakes up

The television is always on
Radio signals are calling you home
Waves of light and static wash away

Every trace of this dream of madness
Oh, the suffering we do brings us
Each one that much closer to you

Crushed under the weight of what mistakes
Can cost and cause to fall from up above
Till this nightmare wakes up

And it's calling me back to what I know is gone
How much longer can these failures go on?
Oh, the suffering we do brings us
Each one that much closer to you

Crushed under the weight of what mistakes
Can cost and cause to fall from up above
Till this nightmare wakes up

And it's calling me back to what I know is gone
But I have to ask you
How much longer can these failures go on?