FINICK - St. Bernard Lyrics

The sun's getting pretty low
And it's getting pretty cold
In this bitter winter
I wish I'd never given you my leather coat
'Cause I can't find my way home

I gave it all up
Just to call it us
To keep you warm, but they all warned me that
You would never have enough.
I don't know what it was

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert
So I hope you still read my letters
I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left,
But I'll still send you what I've got
This brandy and my St. Bernard

Maybe frostbite's not too bad,
'Cause when I look at what I have
There's nothing really left for me to
Hold in my own two hands
But I said it was up for grabs

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert,
But I still hope that you'll open my letters.
I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left,
But I'll still send you what I've got
This brandy and my St. Bernard

Ooooh
Oooooooh

I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left,
But at least you won't be cold cause you've got that leather coat
You've got everything you could ever need,
And now I'm fading

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert,
But I still hope that you'll get my letters
I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left,
But I'll still send you what I've got

So that brandy and St. Bernard
Will keep you warm even when I'm gone

(So I hope you still read my letters)