Elbow - An Audience With the Pope Lyrics

Sweet Jesus I'm on fire.
She has the sweetest darkest side.
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn't hold me.
Good 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 eight.
But if she says she needs me.
She says she needs me.
Everybody's gonna have to wait.
Uh-huh
Uh-huh

Where could she be.
Was that a minute or an hour.
Where could she be.
She turns the hours into days.
I'm gonna 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.
Uh-huh
Uh-huh

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.
Uh-huh