Lloyd Cole Minor Character lyrics

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 shed 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 shed 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 shed 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