Sister Renee Lyrics - Ed Harcourt

Sister Renee, the jack of all trades 

Don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back 

Watch myself fade on the bed that was made 

Not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you 

Your uniform fits the charm and the wit 

Life on the top floor by my side, by my side 

I'm down in a pit with nowhere to sit 

With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates 

You gave me some poppyseed and we lay here for hours 

Heal these blisters sacred sister 

I will miss her so 

Heal these blisters sacred sister 

I will miss her so 

Sister Renee, you've got it made 

Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm 

What can I say, I want you to stay 

I'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs