The Saints Are Coming

The Skids "The Saints Are Coming" I cried to my daddy on the telephone how long now Until the clouds unroll and you come home the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent your descent The saints are coming, the saints are coming No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief How long now Until a weather change condemns belief The stone says This paternal guide once had his day Once had his day The saints are coming, the saints are coming No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming