Sister Renee - Ed Harcourt

Sister Renee, the jack of all trades

Don’t put that hatchet in my back, in my back

Watch myself fade on the bed that was made

Not by nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you

Your uniform fits the charm and the wit

Life on the top floor, by my side, by my side

I’m down in a pit with nowhere to sit

With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates

You gave me some poppyseed

And we lay here for hours

Heal these blisters, sacred sister

I will miss her so

Heal these blisters, sacred sister

I will miss her so

Sister Renee, you’ve got it made

Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm

What can I say, I want you to stay

I’ll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs

You gave me some poppyseed

And we lay here for hours

Heal these blisters, sacred sister

I will miss her so

Heal these blisters, sacred sister

I will miss her so

I will miss her so, I will miss her so

I will miss her so