Regina Spektor - Patron Saint

She's the kind of girl Who'll smash herself down In the night She's the kind of girl Who'll fracture her mind Till it's light She'll break her own Heart And you Know That she'll break your heart too So darling, let go of her hand She's been skipping days Spilling her drinks in the sink And you know She never coming home Never coming home A-Again But when, when, when She open her eyes, eyes, eyes Beyond the Chipping paint through the windowpane Lies, lies, lies Her patron saint Broken and lame And absolutely insane For learning That true love Exists So darling, let go of her hand Let go of her hand Let go of her hand Let go of her hand Let go of her hand Let go of her hand Let go of her hand You'll be to blame For playing this game And learning That true love Exists She's the kind of girl Who'll smash herself down In the night She the kind of girl Who'll fracture her mind Till it's light She'll break her own heart And you Know That she'll break your heart too So darling, let go of her hand Darling, let go of her hand You'll Be to blame For Playing this game And learning That true love Exists Broken and lame And knowing That true love Exists The pain, the pain, the pain And knowing That true love Exists Doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo Doo, doo-doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo Doo-oooo, doo-doo-doo Ah-da-da, ah-ah