Elbow, “An Audience with the Pope”

Sweet Jesus, I’m on fire. She has the sweetest, darkest side.
And when it comes to her eyes,
I know iron and steel couldn’t hold me.

Good God, I’m easily bruised, so often in love to her flame,
And the things that she’s asked me to do—
We’ll see a city of saints forgetting God’s name.

I have an audience with the Pope, and I’m saving the world at eight.
But if she says she needs me, everybody’s gonna have to wait.

Where could she be?
Was that a minute or an hour? She turns the hours into days.
No, she won’t come running—the world is turning at her pace.
Kill the phone, cover the cage and wait for the doorbell to ring.

I have an audience with the Pope, and I’m saving the world at eight.
But if she says she needs me, everybody’s gonna have to wait.