Verse 1
I keep a choir in my static,
saints in the white noise of my head,
one of them tells me to be gentle,
one of them tells me to burn instead.
Pre-Chorus
So I'm turning the dial, turning the dial,
hoping one of them stays a while.
Chorus
Oh, static saints, static saints,
singing in the cracks of my restraint,
I am the canvas and the paint,
I am the noise and the complaint.
Oh, static saints, static saints,
let me be both, without the shame.
Verse 2
I lit a candle for my chaos,
I said a prayer for my peace,
they sat together at my table
and neither one would say grace.
Bridge
Contradiction is a kind of honesty,
a heart with two doors open to the sea.
Outro
Static saints,
static saints,
turn me up.