Most days she'd go sit for hours in that backstreet church,
First she'd 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 time she'd cry so hard at being alone that she'd throw up,
But she's over that at last,
It's cool that winter's 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
She'd 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