Letras
Cathy came down to the city surrounded
With her heart full and empty handed
Her dreams were like dead men's
Partly promised
She was hollowed by strangers
More than she could speak through
Named for the saint of one of these streets
She was too perfect, breathing whispers
All the failures, they couldn't resist her
Their futures partly promised
To the heartsick boys and the hardluck girls
So she's cracking spines
She's tearing out pages
She's finding the passages
This life predicted
'Bout a boy who knew nothing
And a girl almost traceless
And an air sick with secrets
And a faith that gets wasted
On the heartsick boys and the hardluck girls
She's made her choices
Yeah, she has her reasons
She gets to dig in
And she's buried legions
So she lets her kindness do the killing
Most go softly
Most are willing
There are pebbles and stones
Deep in her pockets
Their buried moans are still haunting these halls
It's a long walk from the front door
To her bedroom and they always want more
Is it wicked to ask for so much?
Is it worth it? She'd say "I think so"
For the heartsick boys and the hardluck girls
Yeah, the heartsick boys and the hardluck girls