Peter Bradley Adams Teresa
I watch her walk before me
her children in her arms
the proof of all her choices
I see the weight in her eyes
she's learned to talk to angels
that's how she survives
they come to her at night
oh saint teresa
I know you're tired
so lay with me and rest a while
there's no way for me to love her
there's no way for me to stop
so I wait the night to meet her
in a dream that I have lost
I watch her walk before me
she leaves me with a smile
and I'm frozen by the spirit
by the light in her eyes
oh saint teresa
I know you're tired
so lay with me and rest a while
