Sweet Jesus - James Yorkston, The Athletes

As soon as we get a fighting chance we could lose ourselves amongst the crowd

my love

And you must know that I’m up for trying, forgetting all this civilising row

And all these country miles are nothing, compared to taking a chance

And all these country miles are nothing, lady can’t you read between the lines?

Because I found love and a thousand answers to the trapped little ghosts of a

thousand glasses

I’ve been drinking less and sleep comes to me, if this is life touch wood it’s

easy

And you look so cosmopolitan like this is France or this is London town

Well let them go and pierce their features, we’ll just stay and comb the

beaches around

And how you sang «bold reynardine» as the snow it glazed outside and around

And was is wrong to pray for more, if it kept you safe ashore in my arms?

And how we ended so close together, with all that space around the fire my love

And just for you this one little line, I loved being taken under your arm my

love

We could fairly watch the fur fly, we could play at cat and mouse

I’m sure we’ve got Sweet Jesus on our side

As I believe in fate and you’re a sucker for the stars

I’m sure we’ve got Sweet Jesus on our side, singing Sweet Sweet Jesus when will

she be mine?