Lyrics Ina Wroldsen – St. Peter

In the middle of hell lies a little St. Peter
In a hospital bed burning up
With a cloth to his head, he is ridden by fever
And I can’t even tell whether the demons have won

And she says «God bless me»
She says «God bless me»
And I shake my head
Cause I can’t see God in this hospital bed
But she says «God bless me»
She says «God bless me»
And I look away
But as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place
I pray
Amen
Amen

I got plenty to give her but there’s nothing to offer
And the little I brought comes far too late
So I urge him to leave with a bottle of water
He is 7 years old, sleeping outside pearly gates
And his mother looks at me with eyes I will never let go
They are angry and sad beyond measure and mad with a childbearing love that I know
In the middle of hell we just sit with each other
On a hospital bed begging for death to go home

And she says «God bless me»
She says «God bless me»
And I shake my head

In the middle of hell lies a little St. Peter
In a hospital bed burning up