teresa

adams, peter bradley

i watch her walk before me

her children in her arms

the proof of all her choices

i see the weight in her eyes

she's learned to talk to angels

that's how she survives

they come to her at night

oh saint teresa

i know you're tired

so lay with me and rest a while

there's no way for me to love her

there's no way for me to stop

so i wait the night to meet her

in a dream that i have lost

i watch her walk before me

she leaves me with a smile

and i'm frozen by the spirit

by the light in her eyes

oh saint teresa

i know you're tired

so lay with me and rest a while