Patience Of Angels – Eddie Reader – letras

From the top of the busShe thought she saw him waveShe saw Tuesdays and forgetfulnessAnd a little money savedDoes she know, I don’t knowBut from here I can tellThat it would try the patience of angelsIt would try the patience of angels, angelsAnd you know something’s wrongWhen the morning hurts your eyesAnd the baby won’t stop cryingYou’ll be waiting till you dieWould I be any goodAnd if I was would I findThat it would try the patience of angelsIt would try the patience of angelsThere’s a door in a wall in a house in a streetIn a town where no-one knows her nameDoes she know, I don’t knowBut from here I can tellThere’s a door in a wall in a house in a streetIn a town where no-one knows her nameDoes she know, I don’t knowBut from here I can tellShe’s the patience of angels