The List Lyrics - Thea Gilmore

He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt 

Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt 

Well he used to be a believer, â??til the city got its grip 

Now if there's any holiness left, Well he can't remember it 

She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in â??92 

Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through 

Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should 

Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods 

It used to be the woods 

And, oh its a lonely little town 

And oh, its a lonely little tune 

And if my name is on that list I guess I'll see you soon 

First he heard her voice and then he saw her face 

She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace 

And they got on like children, they got a hotel room 

They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon 

And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands 

And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans 

And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough 

But the life that grew inside her well that felt a bit like love 

felt a bit like love 

And, oh its a lonely little town 

And oh, its a lonely little tune 

And if my name is on that list I guess I'll see you soon 

And if my name is on that list I guess I'll see you soon 

The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild 

The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child 

And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown 

But its always autumn sings "its not too late To find your way back home" 

To find your way back home" 

And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind 

The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin 

And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide 

But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside 

They burn from the inside 

Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside