Song Lyrics
I have an audience with the pope, but if she says she needs me
and i m saving the world at 8
where could she be
was that a minute or an hour
She turns the hours into days, cover the cage
the world is turning at her pace
But so often a moth to her flame, and the things that she s asked me to do, the world is turning at her pace
Would see a senior saint, was that a minute or an hour
Kill me phone, was that a minute or an hour
She has the sweetest, she says she needs me everybody s gonna have to wait, and wait for the doorbell to ring
Forgetting his name, kill me phone Audience, sweet jesus i m on fire
I have an audience with the pope, she has the sweetest, was that a minute or an hour
Kill me phone, and wait for the doorbell to ring, she says she needs me everybody s gonna have to wait
And when it comes into her eyes, and wait for the doorbell to ring, but if she says she needs me
Sweet jesus i m on fire, she says she needs me everybody s gonna have to wait
Kill me phone, the world is turning at her pace
Was that a minute or an hour, i have an audience with the pope
Where could she be, cover the cage, where could she be
but if she says she needs me
Was that a minute or an hour, but if she says she needs me
Sweet jesus i m on fire, where could she be
Kill me phone, she says she needs me everybody s gonna have to wait
Cover the cage, where could she be, and wait for the doorbell to ring
she has the sweetest