Patience of Angels - Eddi Reader, Jon Ingoldsby

From the top of the bus

She thought she saw him wave

She saw Tuesdays and forgetfulness

And a little money saved

Does she know, I don’t know

But from here I can tell

That it would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels, angels

And you know something’s wrong

When the morning hurts your eyes

And the baby won’t stop crying

You’ll be waiting till you die

Would I be any good

And if I was would I find

That it would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels

There’s a door in a wall in a house in a street

In a town where no-one knows her name

She’s the patience of angels

Does she know, I don’t know

But from here I can tell

There’s a door in a wall in a house in a street

In a town where no-one knows her name

(There's a door) theres a door (in a wall) in a wall

(in a house) in a house (in a street) in a street

(in a town) where no-one knows her name

She’s the patience of angels

The patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels

It would try the patience of angels, oh angels

Ooh angels, oh angels, angels.