Heidi - Nerina Pallot

Heidi, there are things you couldn’t possibly know.

It’s a race of angels;

a line in the snow;

A flame in the dark;

a prayer to Saint Jude.

He’s the patron saint of nothingness: there’s nothing he can do.

‘Cos it’s all, all in my hands.

He’s not a god.

No, he is only a man.

So I’m telling everybody I will not come undone.

But being so superior is just no fucking fun.

No…

If I had a gun, I think I’m able.

If I had a gun I’d know what to do.

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable.

But nothing really changes then, that’s true.

Oh, Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I’m not like you.

‘Cos kids of today;

they think they’re so damn profound.

You give them one slim book of Kerouac and they’re ready to expound

On the way of the world;

on what makes things art.

They couldn’t find their way around Kentucky or the map of a human heart.

So it’s all in my hands.

I’m not a god ‘cos I will never be a man.

So I’m telling everybody I’ve learnt to fill the hole.

I’m baking cakes on Sunday for the teatime of the soul.

Oh…

If I had a gun, I think I’m able.

If I had a gun I’d know what to do.

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable.

But nothing really changes then, that’s true.

Oh, Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I’m not like you.

‘Cos…

I have a heart.

I think it beats.

I don’t say things I do not mean to appear clever.

Oh, Heidi, I’m not you.

Maybe that’s strange to you.

Maybe I’m just strange…

If I had a gun, I think I’m able.

If I had a gun I’d know what to do.

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable.

But nothing really changes then, that’s true.

Oh, Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I’m not like you.