The waters too cold   I can't walk on it   This bread too stale   I can't give you my flesh   The loaves and fishes and water to wine   are just parlor tricks   Did you know I used to be daddy's little girl   Couldn't beget blood from a stone but   I can separate gristle and bone   Dymphna   Dymphna   Saint      Bring me your mad old daft   we'll dance in the street   Bring me your hungry and cold   We all love a parade   I'll steal you thoughts and hopes   give you pretty things   Tied up with baubles and bows   and you won't feel anything   Dymphna   Dymphna   Saint