Most days shed go sit for hours
in that backstreet church
First shed phone in sick
And was it really just a trick
of the light made Christ on the Cross
Look so much like a girl?
Cause everything
means something
she just knows
There was a ti’me
shed cry so hard at being alone
that shed throw up
But she’s over that at last
It’s cool that winters gaining fast
said the homeless guy
with the TB cough
Cause everybody knows
the Devil never goes out
in the rain
She slips past
all the office workers
lunching in the sun
She needs a place to think that’s all
And the shadows on the wall
form patterns that only she can see
She saw her mother
standing by the altar
plain as day
She broke the heel off her shoe
and walked barefoot all way home
Shed like to meet someone in the end
Maybe just a friend
Just someone to miss her
when she’s gone
She saw a lorry
full of sheep
bound for hell
There’s a bird flying round and round
trapped inside the church
She found her inhaler and took a shot
And stood frozen to the spot
Waiting for the miracle to begin
She saw her childhood skies raining stars
She saw her childhood skies raining stars
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