gosto imenso desta letra sobre um apaixonado, que tem uma audiência com o papa e vai salvar o mundo às oito horas mas que se ela precisar dele toda a gente vai ter de esperar. e esta foi a primeira canção que ouvi dos elbow, em casa de amigos. lembro-me de comentar que havia no seu ritmo algo de tango e de ter ficado toda a gente a olhar para mim durante um momento, como se tivesse sido uma grande revelação.

Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire

She has the sweetest, darkest side

And when it comes into her eyes

I know iron and steel couldn't hold me

Good God, I'm easy bruised

But so often a moth to her flame

And the things that she's asked me to do

Would see a senior saint forgetting his name

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me,

Everybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah

Where could she be?

Was that a minute or an hour?

Where could she be?

She turns the hours into days

Kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

Where could she be?

No, she won't come running

Where could she be?

The world is turning at her pace

Gonna kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

I have an audience with the pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me,

Everybody is going to have to wait