"Saint Valentine"

[00:14.25] Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem

[00:20.49] She went out for cigarettes and never came home

[00:26.92] And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed

[00:33.16] Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail

[00:36.92] Spread out across the Great Divide

[00:46.01] Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine

[00:52.19] I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines

[00:58.91] Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines

[01:05.14] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine

[01:38.05] Now I circle the bars on the promenade

[01:44.25] While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade

[01:50.69] And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane

[01:56.92] She's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring

[02:00.66] She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain

[02:27.06] See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine

[02:33.49] I've circled this map till it caught on fire

[02:39.72] Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone

[02:45.89] Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home

[02:49.64] You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home

[02:53.28] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine

[03:00.50] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine

[03:07.74] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine