Our Lady Of Lourdes

There's a row of houses
Baptised by a mediatrix
Designated for the deaf
But the water has no effect
A door left open
For a man who was smoking
The light hit his forehead
Another figure in the shade

Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words, shaping the words

There's a sunday social
To stave off the silence
The soldier and the shell
Straining for the church's bell
Twenty past six
There's a mass for the mutes
And who doesn't need the solace
Before a weeks worth of strife

Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
They were waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words, shaping the words

Our lady of lourdes
Your lips distract me

Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
Waving their hands like wands

Your lips distract me
Your lips distract me
Your lips distract me