Orwell Knows

I know that the architect in me Now grows the grim citadel I breathe Destroyed that raw catholic boy His faith has waned He bears a guilt that still remains I know there's a poverty that breeds It grows and grows and grows with glee You see, I don't preach austerity There's a great ennui That stills the heart of our society Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry I'm so bored of the unknown I just want to be alone Take a little time to understand that Yeah, I'm alright, you know that i'm alright A saint could cry, A saint could cry but I forgive you, I forgive you every time A saint could cry Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry