Saint

[Verse 1]
My eyes glazed
And my fingers cold
And my body aches
This is getting old

From the first drip
To the seventh hole
Well, it's hard to quit
This is getting old

[Pre-Chorus]
All my dreams get soaked in the night
I need the light to keep them dry

[Chorus]
Pour me another, light me another
I wish I could be a saint like my mother
'Cause we live the same, we die the same way
I would be proud to call you my brother
Yeah, I would be proud to call you my brother

[Verse 2]
Well, it's hard to sleep
But it's all I know
And it hurts to speak
This is getting old

From the morning sun
To the evening glow
I'm a nervous wreck
This is getting old

[Pre-Chorus]
All my dreams get soaked in the night
I need some light to keep them dry

[Chorus]
Pour me another, light me another
I wish I could be a saint like my mother
'Cause we live the same, we die the same way
I would be proud to call you my brother
('Cause live the same, we die the same way
We live the same, we die the same way)
Yeah, I would be proud to call you my brother
We live the same, we die the same way, oh