St. Christopher (Edit)

Never seen you so far gone
Hiding in the corner on your own
Come on baby, take my arm
It's just a little walk to the door
Don’t try to talk
Don't say a word
We can't talk no more
Not like when we got it together
We talked and talked about your fancy coat that you bought from that arcade
We talked about the universe and the rain on the parade
We talked about St Christopher and how they took his sainthood away
And now we’re here
Heading for home in the back of this cab
You out cold with your head in my lap
And I don't know
What I'm gonna do
With you, my fallen star
Cause I don't feel likе sticking around with things the way they are
Not likе when faith delivered
We talked about some songs we liked
Dylan and Depeche Mode
We talked about everything and then we talked some more
Yeah back to old St Christopher
And how the people wouldn't let him go
Life's a trip from cradle to grave
Sometimes it sucks but you gotta be brave
Why don't we make a deal
A deal that we'll see through
I’m going with hope cause I haven’t got faith
So here's what we’re gonna do
Just like when we got it together
We can talk and talk 'til you feel alright
And when you stop feeling blue
I'll be your St Christopher and I'll look after you
If you be my St Christopher too
I’ll be your St Christopher and I'll look after you
If you be my St Christopher too
I'll be your St Christopher and I'll look after you