An Audience With The Pope Lyrics by Elbow

An Audience With The Pope

Sweet Jesus I'm on fireShe has the sweetest, darkest eyesAnd when it comes into her eyesI know iron and steel couldn't hold meBut 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 8But if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's gonna have to waitWhere 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 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 pace.Kill me phone, cover the cageAnd wait for the doorbell to ringI have an audience with the popeAnd I'm saving the world at 8But if she says she needs me, she says she needs meEverybody's gonna have to wait