Letra de An Audience With The Pope (Live At Abbey Road)
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 meGood God, I'm easy bruised So often a moth to her flame And the things that she's asked me to do Would see a senior saint forgetting his nameI 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 to have to wait, ah-huhAh-huhWhere could she be? Was that 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 ringWhere 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 ringI 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 waitI 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, ah-huhI 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 waitEverybody's gonna have to wait, ah-huh