She died on the corner, just a little crime.
When I make my money, got to get my dime.
She died with her baby, when it's full of trash.
She boiled as a streetlight, dark and sweet as ash.
Went down in the hollows, leaving so soon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon.
Are you caught up in the sky?
Are you caught up in the clouds?
Is there something you forgot to tell me?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me.

Help me
guitar solo
Show me my Teresa
Teresa, feel it rise in me
Every stone a story
Like a rosary