Saint christopher sunday otherwise unaware That is what she called it She arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase Looking suitably world weary As he drove away she came to stay
She sat and she waited he did not telephone Her heart was unbroken She could not let this be known She said she'd throw herself off a bridge He stood and laughed and shewalked out again Which was when she wrote me in To her scheme of things
She said she'd throw herself off a bridge She said she never did and I asked her why She just shrugged and she sighed And turned her head away She did not say
Saint christopher sunday otherwise uneventful Everything never happened To her scheme of things She said she'd throw herself off a bridge He stood and laughed and she never did She telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists instead She beat the walls with her fists Running red running back again
