st Rita of cascia, patron saint of impossible cases
send flowers to my mother, /
pace tireless patterns cross heart pine floor /
wake up in my clothes agin’, /
you won’t see me anymore /
a youth lost to obsession, /
dodged death w privilege ‘n luck /
Saint Rita’s bells /
on the broken breeze /
i think i’ve had enough.
pace tireless patterns cross heart pine floor /
wake up in my clothes agin’, /
you won’t see me anymore /
a youth lost to obsession, /
dodged death w privilege ‘n luck /
Saint Rita’s bells /
on the broken breeze /
i think i’ve had enough.