Clann Zú - Words for Snow lyrics

So many call here On their way down below And I'll be here burning Till the end of time Thoughts of the falling Burn from the ceiling to wall And I'll be here waiting Till the end of time And nothing here is safe and nothing here is sacred And the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it, Into the dark recesses and hollowed out corners of nothing And the last touch is always the hardest And the last touch is always the same And the last look is the one that will k** you And the last touch is the one that will drive you insane And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city And the falling balling and crawling below He sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street And he sat and he prayed And he prayed and he sat And he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, Saint of all sinners, saint of all fools Saint of every f**ing dying crawling thing beneath him, Shouting out the names of the dead and forgotten And he cried out, "For Christ's sake help me! For Christ's sake get me out of here! God of all sick things get me the f** out of here! Get me the f** out of here! Get me the f** out of here! Release me!"