Pieta Lyrics - Singles - Wire

Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best 

Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette 

Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end 

Which way Michael? 

Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears 

His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here 

He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress 

A million eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess 

Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won 

Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers talk in tongues 

Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue 

Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the room 

Empty heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow 

Drinks are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago 

He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears 

The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear 

Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears 

On his knees, hands held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years 

The altar clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung 

A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son 

The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw 

A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor 

Amen