An Audience With The Pope - elbow

Sweet Jesus I’m on fire

She has the sweetest, darkest eyes

And when it comes into her eyes

I know iron and steel couldn’t hold me But god I’m easy bruised

But so often a moth to her flame

And the things that she’s asked me to do

Would see a senior saint

forgetting his name

I have an audience with the pope

And I’m saving the world at 8

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me Everybody’s gonna have to wait

Where could she be?

Was that a minute or an hour?

Where could she be?

She turns the hours into days.

Kill me phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

Where could she be?

No she won’t come running

Where could she be?

The world is turning at her pace.

Kill me phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

I have an audience with the pope

And I’m saving the world at 8

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me Everybody’s gonna have to wait