Count The Saints

If I close my eyes, will it come to life Is it something I'm dreaming of If a steady hand, doesn't rule my heart will it lead me to somewhere happy enough Now my soul is sore in a sinful world and you don't get out alive If I meet myself in a halfway home and I will remember the things you said Love isn't always fair but that's no reason to be so cruel to me Hold on to what is there and count the saints There's a reason why, I keep it all inside To shun my hopes from the raining sky then arrange it all into simple lines To be part of a world where love can reside And the hope's are holding my careful heart and it don't get out alive and I gave myself to a lonely Who couldn't keep his promises Love isn't always fair but that's no reason to be so cruel to me Hold on to what is there and count the saints And count the saints and count the saints Love isn't always fair but that's no reason to be so cruel to me Hold on to what is there and count the saints And count the saints and count the saints