| Song | St. Peter |
| Artist | Letters to Cleo |
| Album | Wholesale Meats And Fish |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| St. Pete | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out tired, right here | |
| And the night falls on this oceans' white hour | |
| ‘Cause you won’t be coming home to me | |
| And you said it sad and so playfully | |
| I wish God would make things clear | |
| ‘Cause there’s no fight left in me | |
| Relentlessly the sun is igniting | |
| While all these concrete boxes sit empty | |
| On these defeated Floridian streets | |
| I know you won’t be coming home to me | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| There’s no fight left in me | |
| - end - by snuggler |
| St. Pete | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out tired, right here | |
| And the night falls on this oceans' white hour | |
| ' Cause you won' t be coming home to me | |
| And you said it sad and so playfully | |
| I wish God would make things clear | |
| ' Cause there' s no fight left in me | |
| Relentlessly the sun is igniting | |
| While all these concrete boxes sit empty | |
| On these defeated Floridian streets | |
| I know you won' t be coming home to me | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| There' s no fight left in me | |
| end by snuggler |
| St. Pete | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out tired, right here | |
| And the night falls on this oceans' white hour | |
| ' Cause you won' t be coming home to me | |
| And you said it sad and so playfully | |
| I wish God would make things clear | |
| ' Cause there' s no fight left in me | |
| Relentlessly the sun is igniting | |
| While all these concrete boxes sit empty | |
| On these defeated Floridian streets | |
| I know you won' t be coming home to me | |
| Two young horses dragging to St Pete | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| Worn out, tired | |
| There' s no fight left in me | |
| end by snuggler |