Lyrics
I been thinkin’ lately ‘bout the ones who stayed, The ones who held me up when the world got gray. Ain’t no halos on their heads, no crowns of light, Just tired hands and whiskey eyes at night. They taught me love don’t talk, it just shows up, In the call at 2AM, in a half-filled cup. They the quiet kind, the smoke and the steel, The reason I still know how to feel. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Talkin’ through static, laughin’ through broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still smile through the flame, still carry hope. Ain’t clean, but they still provoke A little grace — these saints made of smoke. Used to think heaven had a dress code, But I found peace in the backroads. In the ones who sin soft, love loud, Who break and still stay proud. They don’t quote truth, they just live it, They don’t promise change, they just give it. Every laugh, every scar, every small mistake, Built the world I try to recreate. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Talkin’ through static, laughin’ through broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still smile through the flame, still carry hope. Ain’t clean, but they still provoke A little grace — these saints made of smoke. Ain’t no sermons, ain’t no stage, Just a few real ones who kept me sane. They don’t need praise, they don’t need crowns, They just show up when it all goes down. They taught me the light don’t always burn bright, Sometimes it’s quiet, low, polite. Yeah, I learned from the hurt and the jokes, That angels come as saints made of smoke. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Still stand tall when the daylight broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still fight through the pain, still crack a joke. Ain’t clean, but they still evoke A little peace — these saints made of smoke.
Lyrics
I been thinkin’ lately ‘bout the ones who stayed, The ones who held me up when the world got gray. Ain’t no halos on their heads, no crowns of light, Just tired hands and whiskey eyes at night. They taught me love don’t talk, it just shows up, In the call at 2AM, in a half-filled cup. They the quiet kind, the smoke and the steel, The reason I still know how to feel. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Talkin’ through static, laughin’ through broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still smile through the flame, still carry hope. Ain’t clean, but they still provoke A little grace — these saints made of smoke. Used to think heaven had a dress code, But I found peace in the backroads. In the ones who sin soft, love loud, Who break and still stay proud. They don’t quote truth, they just live it, They don’t promise change, they just give it. Every laugh, every scar, every small mistake, Built the world I try to recreate. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Talkin’ through static, laughin’ through broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still smile through the flame, still carry hope. Ain’t clean, but they still provoke A little grace — these saints made of smoke. Ain’t no sermons, ain’t no stage, Just a few real ones who kept me sane. They don’t need praise, they don’t need crowns, They just show up when it all goes down. They taught me the light don’t always burn bright, Sometimes it’s quiet, low, polite. Yeah, I learned from the hurt and the jokes, That angels come as saints made of smoke. Yeah, I been saved by saints made of smoke, Still stand tall when the daylight broke. They don’t shine, they glow — And that’s all I need to know. Yeah, I been blessed by the ones that choke, Still fight through the pain, still crack a joke. Ain’t clean, but they still evoke A little peace — these saints made of smoke.
