Writing To St Peter

Said she's writing to St. Peter

‘Cause it didn't haunt her

Be quite slow

To bring an angel to her doll

And help her walk away

Tied in black and white

You're a book that binds

And wraps around

A colour painted on a wall

There's nothing here

That's any brighter

You still watch him driving cars

You thought the world was so much faster

When he held you in his arms

You thought the world was so much nicer

Tied in black and white

You're a book that binds

And wraps around

A colour painted on a wall

There's nothing here

That's any brighter

That's any brighter

That's any brighter

You said lies are always better

Written in a letter

'cause they seem more real

But you know things are so much sadder

When they don't matter

Anyway

Tied in black and white

You're a book that binds

And wraps around

A colour painted on a wall

There's nothing here

That's any brighter

That's any brighter

That's any brighter

That's any brighter