Presbyteria

I remember Presbyteria
Those sunny days when
In Presbyteria

Don’t run away
Say your prayers
In Presbyteria

Black and white never looked so good

Well as far as I know
It must have been years ago
Since I’ve last laid my eyes upon you

And I know without a shadow
Of a fucking doubt
You always meant so well

Black and white never looked so good

Sunday morning
When the bells rang twice
You’d know that

Black and white never looked so good
(You always meant so well, didn’t you?)