Minor Character Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

Saint Christopher Sunday otherwise unaware 

That is what she called it 

She arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase 

Looking suitably world weary 

As he drove away she came to 

She sat and she waited he did not telephone 

Her heart was unbroken 

She could not let this be known 

She said she'd throw herself off a bridge 

He stood and laughed and she walked out again 

Which was when she wrote me in 

To her scheme of things 

She said she'd throw herself off a bridge 

She said she never did and I asked her why 

She just shrugged and she sighed 

And turned her head away 

She did not say 

Saint Christopher Sunday otherwise uneventful 

Everything never happened 

To her scheme of things 

She said she'd throw herself off a bridge 

He stood and laughed and she never did 

She telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists instead 

She beat the walls with her fists 

Running red running back again