Seer and the Saints She thought she’d lost her mind, like a clock ticking for time Sentenced to see by the eyes of time, they’d sing to her in whispered sighs Be our eyes, awaken the blind! Chorus; Pleasure without Lust Passion without Rust We know them by their Play Seer and the Saints. These are the Saints of our Day. Hidden in the notes they play through waves of sound like the beat of a drum We made them a promise. To bring them back to life from their sleeping state once we found ourselves awake You see their light draws in a crowd, whenever they sing their songs They feed the poor and med the sick, dig wells for life with their guitar pics Chorus; Pleasure without Lust Passion without Rust We know them by their Play Seer and the Saints. Saints of a new day, singing for a new way, moving like holy men In a holy war you can only hear You see their light draws in a crowd when ever they sing out loud They feed the poor and med the sick dig wells for life with their guitar pics Bono, Sting and all the rest who take their riches and give it back Not a government or lord. Ordinary men with extraordinary power. The light of a higher law brought them to where they are. But it’s not just them you’re in it too. It’s the ticket to the show that makes it grow. Chorus; Pleasure without Lust Passion without Rust We know them by their Play Seer and the Saints. MJC Original 010308 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |