It happened in the summer, not so very long ago.
 It was so warm and humid Elsie would go down to the old wood and pray for
 the wind [bad word] 
 She had a friend who swore you could evoke the angels simply by prayer.
 She said "There are angels for every desire but you must believe, you have
 to believe."
 So by the time the sun was buried along with the stale air a plan had
 formed very clearly in her mind.
 She was a lonely girl of around twenty or so, and as she knelt down to pray
 in the old wood under the town, her heart would beg and plead:

 I desire a partner in crime
 I've grown tired of endless crying
 I desire a partner in crime
 I've grown tired of endless crying
 Crying for nothing

 And the roses hung their weary heads like people do when they are heavy 
 and without hope. The seasons passed January, [bad word] under the trees 
 and there were tulips amongst the firs. Elsie was twenty-three twenty-four
 twenty-five and the underpass was dark and dense with light at the seams
 where the trees were broken and the branches were reaching out for they 
 had witnessed her prayers, and there was promise in the wind, a promise 
 of better things.

 I desire a partner in crime
 I've grown tired of endless crying
 I desire a partner in crime
 I've grown tired of endless crying
 Crying for nothing

 The years flowed on and on like the wine that celebrated marriages of
 friends and sisters. Elsie began to think that even if her wish
 materialized she could not sacrifice a life that was so familiar: Lonely,
 sad with an almost religious quality.
 She remembered times spent in the old wood deep in prayer. Aching, 
 begging - thinking her heart might burst. Her friend had moved away 
 unannounced. She'd disappeared. There was no belief. And longer and 
 longer there was less to give. Less love to give. Of course there'd been 
 lovers but nothing close to what she'd hoped for. Before she'd felt electricity 
 swelling in her palms - but not now. Limp and hopeless life continued but 
 it wasn't really living. All she'd ever dreamed wished and yearned for had 
 been stolen and shot down:

 And the sky it echoed a warning
 And eternity was calling
 And the sky it echoed a warning
 And eternity was calling
 Calling for nothing