"Realm Of Minor Angels" lyrics - THE CHURCH

Your face in the press
The bars and the stars upon your dress
Dressed casually
And loved eventually

I'm starting to break
Only so much that any one man can take
Take your time my friend
Love finds you in the end

So no more reproach
In these cards or envelopes
Don't bother tryin'
I know you're lyin'

Autumn leaves on the tree
These tiny things mean so much to me
So much I never told you
And now I never hold you

And the forecast is sleet
On the street [where] we used to meet
We stop and eat, it was so sweet
So glad that I found you

So no more reproach
In these cards or envelope
Don't bother cryin'
I know you're lyin'

No more 'See ya later'
No more 'It can wait'
And all the times
I was alone
I was alone
I was alone
Alone