Feels like you're miles from here, in other towns with lesser names. Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You'll just have to trust me. I'm scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes. Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? Aren't we all to you just lost
Tommy, you left behind something that will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You've already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren't hard to find. They're home missing daddy who's saving the world tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you. Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now, causes.
Billy, don't you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now you made his faith disappear. More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We're not questioning God. Just those he chose to carry on His cross. We're no better, you'll see. Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost?
So all we are to you, Is all we are, is all we are All we are is all we are
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (Lost causes, all we are is all we are) Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (To you, lost causes)