Elbow - An Audience With The Pope Lyrics
Sweet Jesus, I'm on fireShe has the sweetest, darkest sideAnd when it comes into her eyesI know iron and steel couldn't hold meGood God, I'm easy bruisedBut so often a moth to her flameAnd the things that she's asked me to doWould see a senior saint forgetting his nameI have an audience with the PopeAnd I'm saving the world at eightBut if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's going to have to wait, ah, ahWhere could she be?Was that a minute or an hour?Where could she be?She turns the hours into daysKill the phone, cover the cageAnd wait for the doorbell to ringWhere could she be?No, she won't come runningWhere could she be?The world is turning at her paceGonna kill the phone, cover the cageAnd wait for the doorbell to ringI have an audience with the popeand I'm saving the world at eightbut if she says she needs meshe says she needs me everybody is going to have to waitI have an audience with the PopeAnd I'm saving the world at eightBut if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's going to have to waitI have an audience with the PopeAnd I'm saving the world at eightBut if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's going to have to wait, ah, ahI have an audience with the PopeAnd I'm saving the world at eightBut if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's going to have to waitEverybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah
