The Church - Realm of Minor Angels Lyrics

Your face in the press
The bars and the stars upon your dress
Dress casually
And love eventually

I'm starting to break
Only so much that any one man can take
Take your time, my friend
Love will find you in the end

So no more reproach
In these cards and envelopes
Don't bother tryin'
I know you're lyin'

Autumn leaves on the tree
These tiny things mean so much to me
So much I never told you
And now I'll never hold you

And the forecast is sleet
On the street we used to meet
We'd stop and eat, it was so sweet
So glad that I found you

So no more reproach
In these cards and envelope
Don't bother cryin'
I know you're lyin'

No more "see ya later"
No more "it can wait"
And all the time
I was alone
I was
I was alone
Alone