James Yorkston Sweet Jesus
As soon as we get a fighting chance we could lose ourselves amongst the crowd my love
And you must know that I’m up for trying, forgetting all this civilising row
And all these country miles are nothing, compared to taking a chance
And all these country miles are nothing, lady can’t you read between the lines?
Because I found love and a thousand answers to the trapped little ghosts of a thousand glasses
I’ve been drinking less and sleep comes to me, if this is life touch wood it’s easy
And you look so cosmopolitan like this is France or this is London town
Well let them go and pierce their features, we’ll just stay and comb the beaches around
And how you sang “bold reynardine” as the snow it glazed outside and around
And was is wrong to pray for more, if it kept you safe ashore in my arms?
And how we ended so close together, with all that space around the fire my love
And just for you this one little line, I loved being taken under your arm my love
We could fairly watch the fur fly, we could play at cat and mouse
I’m sure we’ve got Sweet Jesus on our side
As I believe in fate and you’re a sucker for the stars
I’m sure we’ve got Sweet Jesus on our side, singing Sweet Sweet Jesus when will she be mine?
