- The Shadow Bransby 3:44
The Shadow
This ship is sinking, this boat's going down
Rumours of the drinking are spreading round the town
Be careful what you're thinking, be careful or you'll drown
Mother Theresa, sainted lady
Take a bow and hush your baby
Suffer the children to come to me
Martyr to your bounden duty
A stained-glass window where your light can shine
A shadow in the pulpit, a shadow that was mine
Sunday for religious visions
Weekdays only, bad decisions
An embarrassment of riches
Mended with stitches
Mended and made-do, and made up to please you
Father Assisi, make it easy
I don't want those kids to tease me
Save the excuses for later on
Just a bad mood that went wrong
An un-starched robe, a poisoned chalice
A shadow in the doorway, a shadow that was his.
And all these jobs have a cost attached
There is guilt in the shed, and I don't want it back
Mother Theresa, sainted lady
Take a bow and hush your baby
Suffer the children to come to me
Martyr to your bounden duty
A stained-glass window where your light can shine
A shadow in the pulpit, a shadow that was mine