Saint christopher sunday otherwise unaware   That is what she called it   She arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase   Looking suitably world weary   As he drove away she came to   She sat and she waited he did not telephone   Her heart was unbroken   She could not let this be known   She said she'd throw herself off a bridge   He stood and laughed and shewalked out again   Which was when she wrote me in   To her scheme of things   She said she'd throw herself off a bridge   She said she never did and I asked her why   She just shrugged and she sighed   And turned her head away   She did not say   Saint christopher sunday otherwise uneventful   Everything never happened   To her scheme of things   She said she'd throw herself off a bridge   He stood and laughed and she never did   She telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists instead   She beat the walls with her fists   Running red running back again