Rhys - Cult to A Saint Lyrics

I tied ribbons round our broken things
Tell me when and I'll start loosening

And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint
In your gaze i can do anything

We repeat like we're polka dots
Like the crumbs on our tablecloth

And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint
In your gaze I could do anything

Oh I'm in your atmosphere
So feed a little faith not fear

When the edges of the night cuts
You like a knife
How I wish you'd lay your head on mine

And I'm drawn like a cult to a saint
In your gaze I could do anything

Oh I'm in your atmosphere
So feed a little faith my dear
Oh won't you stay right here
Just keep me in your atmosphere"