St. Anthony
He's got a fever hotter than a fire
up in room 362
It's getting down, down to the wire
My hand in yours gonna stick like glue
I won't know how it feels to not know
once you're about to be gone
Oh daddy I miss being your son
I see your ghost staring in the mirror
There's dark shadows under both our eyes
I want death to come a little bit nearer
Can your ghost hear my cries
This sorrow will never done
Caught off guard but I won't run
Oh daddy I miss being your son
I think I'll go down to Sedona
with sweat and tears I'll make a flood
This world feels so lonely
at least I got you in my blood
Oh daddy I miss being your son
Writer/s: Drew Giordano
