The Passenger Club - Let The Fruit Machine Light Up The Baby's Eyes Lyrics

I hold a life in my hands and push hard
I see it crumbling like sand, I pushed too hard
I think of every tiny trouble that ever took my mind
A precious face burst my bubble and pushed me firmly into line

Oh Lord of compassion, now's your time
Here's one "Hail Mary" to hang on your lies
Throw the dice now and punish every crime
Let the fruit machine light up the baby's eyes

I chilled hard when I glimpsed my life and all that I hold dear
Cruising gently through this time and her standing so near
And as she suffers through this time waiting for your choice
This is one who loved you dearly and burdened you with joy

Oh Lord of compassion, now's your time
Here's one "Hail Mary" to hang on your lies
Throw the dice now and punish every crime
Let the fruit machine light up the baby's eyes

Money, money, I found money growing on my tree
An accidental type of gift for having no belief
Cars and houses, books and guitars careering round my head
Disappear like shooting stars when love itself is dead

Oh Lord of compassion, now's your time
Here's one "Hail Mary" to hang on your lies
Throw the dice now and punish every crime
Let the fruit machine light up the baby's eyes
Throw the dice now and punish every crime
Let the fruit machine light up the baby's eyes