saint anthony (lost things)      well st. anthony, i'm slipping   i've gotta learn to walk with a rope tied round my waist   if i insist on digging up every past mistake      and resurrection's a scary thing   when it sneaks up on you   maybe the tomb should stay closed   'cause ghosts aren't for talking to but      st. anthony   there seems to be something i've lost   and it's staring me square in the face.   and st. anthony   can you take a moment's pause   and sift through what can still be saved?      well i thought i saw a rooftop, covered in snow   but it was only made of steel reflecting light in the sun   and i could use nerves of steel now 'cause i'm coming undone      and sometimes there's bridges to burn   but what if you burn the wrong one?   well you'd better be a good swimmer in the long run      st. anthony   there seems to be something i've lost   and it's staring me square in the face.   and st. anthony   can you take a moment's pause   and sift through what can still be saved?