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
