A Prayer for St Rita Songtext
von Mark Geary

I′ll be your apron
I'll be your fire

I′ll keep it cooking
When you've gone tired
I'll be the sulfur
On the match you strike
I′ll be a candle
Cause we′re burning bright
I'll be a good girl
I′ll dress up nice
The times they're hard now
I′ll treat you right

Don't fall in love if they are far away
Don′t fall in love if they're too close
Don't fall in love if you hold onto things
Don′t fall in love with ghosts
Come and rest your head and let me hear the words you have to say


In the war zone
My mother cried
She′d lost a brother
To the other side
I love the schoolboy
Who held me tight
We fought like wild dogs
And we danced all night

Don't fall in love if you are far away
Don′t fall in love if they're too close
Don′t fall in love if you hold onto things
And you know that I love you the most
And you know that I love you the most

Oh my baby, I'm afraid of ghosts

In the hallway
I kissed you twice
Now you need counseling
For sound advice

Don′t fall in love if you are far away
Don't fall in love if they're too close
Don′t fall in love if you hold onto things
And you know that I love you the most
And you know that I love you the most

Oh my baby, I′m afraid of ghosts
Oh my baby, I'm afraid of ghosts