Down in the basement where I spend my time

Cheating solitaire and stealing rhymes

When I'm thinking that I'm all tapped out

She gives me something just to sing about.



Can't be more broken than I've already broke

Can't be more hopeless when I don't have hope.

When she sees that I just don't care

She still finds me something when there's nothing there.



Saints alive and Saints be praised

Angels dwell among us still these days



For the crooked smile on her face

For the perfect fit of her embrace

For the wind moved by our parting wave

That stays behind my back and keeps me safe.



Saints alive and Saints be praised

Angels dwell among us still these days