Текст песни An Audience With The Pope - Alex Ferreira

Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire
She's got the sweetest darkest eyes
When it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn't hold me

Good God, I'm easy bruised
And so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she'd asked me to do
Would 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, Juanita says she needs me
Everybody's gonna have to wait
Everybody's gonna have to wait

(Where could she be?)
Was it 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, Juanita says she needs me
Everybody's gonna have to wait
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, Juanita says she needs me
Everybody's gonna have to wait
Everybody's gonna have to wait