Saint or Sinner

Clock strikes seven, thought I’d make it right

Whispers in the pews, bathed in neon light

I still pray on Sunday, try not to cuss in a church

Holding onto reverence, trying not to hurt

But the devil’s in the details, and I can't refrain

If you think I’m a saint, you might be mistaken

Top off on a manic Monday, feeling wild just the same

Cheetah high heels on, trying to forget my name

Begging you to stay, but I’m drifting away

Lost between the prayers and the reckless play

Oh, I’m not a saint, I’m just a sinner in disguise

Dancing on the edge, with fire in my eyes

Holding on to shadows, fighting to be free

A paradox in motion, that’s just me

Heels click on the stained glass floor

Sinning softly, craving more

Redemption’s just a distant star

While I chase the night, just who we are

So before you judge me, take a closer look

Behind the lace and prayers, I’m a story book

Saved and lost, a saint and sinner’s tune

Praying still, beneath the sinner’s moon