The Rhythm of the Saints

Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver foil to trim your wedding gown It's true the tools of love wear down Time passes A mind wanders

I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns out in the Ukraine Trees and umbrellas Protect us from the new rain Armies of engineers To analyze th