Elbow An Audience With The Pope Lyrics

An Audience With The Pope Lyrics

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



Good God, I'm easily bruised

So often in love to her flame

And the things that she's asked me to do

Will see a city of saints forgetting his name



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

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 the 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 the 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 eight

But if she says she needs me

She says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me

She says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me

She says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait

Everybody's gonna have to wait