Belle & Sebastian - Piazza, New York Catcher lyrics

Elope with me Miss Private and we 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 A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest book you ever read It always makes you cry The statue I love you I 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 why not that's absurd Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we We A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style We And at dusk when work is over we 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 a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pa** the dull weekend I know it wouldn A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You 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