The List - Thea Gilmore
He was a clubland caller
He was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth
Down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he used to be a believer
Til the city got its grip
Now if theres any holiness left
Well he can't remember it
He can't remember it
She was a high-rise butterfly
Crashed in 92
Into some veiled little suburb
That they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels
Guard the harvest like they should
Well its downtown now
But it used to be the woods
It used to be the woods
And oh its a lonely little town
And oh its a lonely little tune
And if my name is on
That list I guess I'll see you soon
First he heard her voice and then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix
An instrument of grace
And they got on like children
They got a hotel room
They got a new religion a needle and a spoon
Needle and a spoon
And they gave thanks to the heavens
But the devil held their hands
And they walked that great divide
Between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible
They were never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well
That felt a bit like love
Felt a bit like love
And oh its a lonely little town
And oh its a lonely little tune
And if my name is on that list
I guess I'll see you soon
And if my name is on that list
I guess I'll see you soon
The seasons are a metronome
The rhythm and the wild
The winter took his heart away
The spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of
Summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings
Its not too late To find your way back home
To find your way back home
And a bell sometimes reminds them
Or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match the smell of Paraffin
And some folks are drawn to the flames
And some just want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all
They burn from the inside
They burn from the inside
Yeah the lonely are the prettiest of all
They burn from the inside
