Piazza, New York Catcher Lyrics - Dear Catastrophe Waitress - Belle And Sebastian

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world 

I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl 

How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? 

How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? 

Oh, elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze 

A trail for the devil to erase 

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play 

Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? 

We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay 

We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell 

About the saddest book you ever read 

That always makes you cry 

The statue's crying too and well he may 

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I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face 

I love you, my responsibility has found a place 

Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words 

Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd 

"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job" 

Maybe, but not what she deserves 

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake 

We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates 

A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style 

We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by 

And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate 

In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare 

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day 

The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays 

He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor 

He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for 

a doorway 

Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench 

Life outside the diamond is a wrench 

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I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend 

I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend 

A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day 

You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee" 

The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like 

a flower 

Meet you at the statue in an hour 

Meet you at the statue in an hour