Dave Barnes - Prayers of the Saints Lyrics

Mama's alone where the sirens call
They're fillin' up her mind like they fill the hall, yeah
Mama can't fight what she don't know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows, yeah grows
Oh, woh

Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah

Papa's alone while the sun sets red
Papa stands fine, baby lays in bed
Papa blames this on what he don't know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows, grows
Woh

Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah

Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Talkin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you

Talkin' 'bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men can't
God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Somethin' 'bout the way they move
Makes them do the things that they do
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you

Talkin' 'bout
Somewhere a saint is prayin' for you, yeah, yeah
Prayers of the saints