[Indie music]
Father had a burning soul,
Go on
Drink himself into a hole
Nowhere out
He wasn't a saint
But he wasn't a bad man
Father had a burning soul,
Go on
He could've, should've loved them all
One by one
He wasn't a saint
But he wasn't a bad man
And he's defense
He never asked to be more
Seemed intense to see the world
With his eyes closed
Oh, I've got a burning soul
What now?
Old flame of my pray candle
Have burned out
At my defense, I was raised by a blind man on fire
He was praised to lip sync in his church, quiet
So, I'm not a saint
I'm not a sinner