peel another bandage off and let me see the scars designs were all you got from me, cigarettes in 8 bells bars these people we once were, such persons might I be a place that's kept for us? closer my god to thee...
I sit in a borrowed car outside an empty church and wreck my mind for memories that slip and slide, prolonging the search unhurried virgins in our golds and whites and greens without ideas, we were watered-down then, silent and keen
catholic boys in the rain and one of them looks like you used to
drinking all st patrick's day's a privilege I'm sure to weave your way through wicklow on a college-sponsored tour the final place god made, the first place that he blessed a holy time for you, the first time you got a girl undressed
catholic boys in the rain and one of them looks like you used to
it's raining on st swithin's now, for forty days and nights forget the cloud that led us here and focus on the lights with coins to give for candles, with thoughts both pure and sound I'll walk into your church at last and I'll kneel down
catholic boys in the rain and one of them looks like you used to