Saint
VÉRITÉ
00:00
03:21
Song Introduction
“Saint” is a 2023 single by South Korean artist VÉRITÉ. Known for its emotive lyrics and atmospheric production, the song showcases VÉRITÉ’s signature blend of indie pop and electronic elements. "Saint" delves into themes of self-discovery and inner strength, resonating with listeners worldwide. The track has been praised for its compelling vocal performance and captivating arrangement, solidifying VÉRITÉ's position in the global music scene.
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Lyric
Maybe you're too innocent
And I'm a crack in your glass
Watch me run down
Under your fingers
Maybe I'm indifferent, shut down
Oh, you know me all too well
All too well
'Cause no, I'm not an anthem
No, I'm not your hope
No, I'm not an idea you decided was gold
'Cause I know I'm a sinner
But I could be a saint in your head
No, I don't got religion
But I'll tip my hat to the dead
No, you're not a season
Set to leave me in the cold
Still, I caught a sickness
That time you said I was, said I was
Yours, yours (yours)
Baby, I'm magnificently shut down
Take me to the water, watch me drown
Watch me drown
'Cause I know I'm not innocent
But if you let me, I could show you how it feels
To be buried underground
'Cause I know I'm a sinner
But I could be a saint in your head
No, I don't got religion
But I'll tip my hat to the dead
No, you're not a season
Set to leave me in the cold
Still, I got a sickness
That time you said I was, said I was
Yours, yours (yours, yours)
'Cause no, I'm not an anthem
No, I'm not your hope
No, I'm not an idea you decided was gold
No, I'm not a season
Set to leave me in the cold
Still, I caught a sickness
That time you said I was yours
'Cause I know I'm a sinner
But I could be a saint in your head
No, I don't got religion
But I'll tip my hat to the dead
No, you're not a season
Set to leave me in the cold
Still, I caught a sickness
That time you said I was, said I was
Yours, yours (yours, yours)