A Prayer For St. Rita by Mark Geary Lyrics

I’ll be your apron
I’ll be your fire
I’ll keep it cooking
When you’ve grown tired
I’ll be the sulfur
On the match you strike
I’ll be a candle
Cause we’re born upright

I’ll be a good girl
I’ll dress up nice
The times, they’re hard now
I’ll treat you right

Don’t fall in love if they are far away
Don’t fall if they’re too close
Don’t fall in love if you hold on to your things
Don’t fall in love with ghosts

Come and rest your head
And let me hear the words you have to say
And in the war zone
My mother cried
She’d lost her brother
To the other side
I loved the school boy
Who held me tight
We fought like wild dogs
And we danced all night

Don’t fall in love if they are far away
Don’t fall if they’re too close
Don’t fall in love if you hold on to your things
And you know that I love you the most
And you know that I love you the most
Oh, my baby, I’m afraid of ghosts

And in the hallway
I kissed you twice
Now you’ll need counseling
For sound advice

Don’t fall in love if you are far away
Don’t fall if they’re too close
Don’t fall in love if you hold on to your things
And you know that I love you the most
And you know that I love you the most
Oh, my baby, I’m afraid of ghosts
Oh, my baby, I’m afraid of ghosts