Letra da Música Patron Saint de Regina Spektor

She's the kind of girl
Who smash herself down in the night
She's the kind of girl
Who fracture her mind til it's light
She'll break her own heart
And you know that she'll break your heart too

So darling let go of her hand

She been skipping days, spilling her drinks in the sink
And you know she never coming home,
Never coming home again
But when, when, when she open her eyes, eyes, eyes
Beyond the chipping paint of the window pane

Lies, lies, lies
Her patron saint
Broken and lame
And absolutely insane
For learning that true love exists

So darling let go of her hand
Let go of her hand, let go of her hand...

You'll be to blame for playing this game
And learning that true love exists

She's the kind of girl
Who smash herself down in the night
She's the kind of girl who fracture her mind til it's light
She'll break her own heart
And you know that she'll break your heart too

So darling let go of her hand
Darling let go of her hand

You'll be to blame for playing this game
And learning that true love exists
Broken and lame
And knowing that true love exists
The pain, the pain, the pain
Of knowing that true love... exists