Catie Curtis - Saint lucy

^AmI woke up dreaming in^C romance languag^Ges Tangled stories by^D ghost writers, but^Am More like screaming, like^C my eyes in bandages ^G All around me^D your flowers

^FOh, Saint ^CLucy ^GI can't find the place where ^DmI need to be__^F_ Oh, Saint ^CLucy ^GLend your eyes to me___, hey

I ^Amwalk into the hall, Ms ^CLove's doing magic tricks ^G I take a seat in the ^Dback by the door And the ^Amnext thing I know, I am ^Cright there in the front row ^G Trying to crawl inside her^D smoke and mirrors

^FOh, Saint ^CLucy ^GI can't find the place where ^DmI need to be__^F_ Oh, Saint ^CLucy ^GLend your eyes to me__^F__, yeah

M^Amy neighbour is digging a ^Cwell in the backyard while ^G I stumble 'round looking for a ^Dlight upstairs And I ^Amcan't help but wonder if this is ^Call I am good for If it's^G all that I am, if it's^D my only prayer then

^AHow far tell me, will faith get me When the well is almost dry How far tell me, ^Cwill faith get me ^G When the well is,^D well, well, well, well

^FOh, Saint ^CLucy I ^Gcan't find the place where ^DmI need to be Oh ^Foh, Saint ^CLucy ^GLend your eyes to me____, ^Fyeah