All These Perfect Crosses

Yesterday you claimed Saint Peter isn't far for you
You said you'd meet me by the bridge
You had your hair pulled back in tiny black barrettes
Dressed up like some twitchy little kid
Tinny, don't it seem like this has been a long time coming?
Spent the weekend all short-tempered and afraid
And all these perfect crosses make me scared and half-hysterical
And the red ones make me fade
And the red ones make me fade
The flashbulbs hit me with an uppercut
My ATM card wouldn't work
That taxi was a paddock
And your raincoat must be cursed
'Cause every time I see you wear it
There seems to be a storm that's coming in
When all these years get in between us, yeah, it's hard
To force yourself to fall in love with France
To force yourself to fall in love with France
To force yourself to fall in love with France