[Intro]
A girl was kneeling by the phone this morning
Mumbling out some kind of prayer
It seemed a better way to break away the day
Than getting drunk again in Peter Bibby's favourite chair

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
When I knelt down beside you
To share in the spirit and faith
And much to my surprise your empty open eyes
And black ink running down your bloodless face

[Instrumental Outro]