Thea Gilmore - The List lyrics

He was a clubland caller
He was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth down in
The east-end neon belt
Well he used to be a believer
'til the city got it's grip
Now if there's any holiness left
Well he can't remember it
He can't remember it

She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in '92
Into some veiled little suburb
That they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard
The harvest like they should
Well it's downtown now but it
Used to be the woods it used to be the woods

And, oh it's a lonely little town
And oh, it's a lonely little tune
And if my name is on that list
I guess I'll see you soon

First he heard her voice and
Then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix
An instrument of grace
And they got on like children
They got a hotel room
They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon
A needle and a spoon

And they gave thanks to the heavens
But the devil held their hands
And they walked that great divide
Between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible
They were never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her
Well that felt a bit like love
Felt a bit like love

And oh, it's a lonely little town
And oh, it's a lonely little tune
And if my name is on that list
I guess I'll see you soon
And if my name is on that list
I guess I'll see you soon

The seasons are a metronome
The rhythm and the wild
The winter took his heart away
The spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of summer
Is sweet and overgrown
But, it's always autumn sings "it's not too
Late to find your way back home"
To find your way back home

And a bell sometimes reminds them
Or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match
The smell of Paraffin
And some folks are drawn to the flames
And some just want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all
They burn from the inside
They burn from the inside
Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all
They burn from the inside