Track · Mar 15, 2026 · English

Saint of the Second Glance

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Duration

4:26

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

You came in late that Monday

Name tag crooked

Hair a mess

We laughed about the rota

About the uniforms and stress

You stole my mug at break time

Said the coffee tasted grand

I watched your fingers on the handle

Like a secret wedding band

[Chorus]

I was the saint of the second glance

Silent prayer in the staffroom hum

Guarding a hope that had no chance

Smiling

Letting the moment run

You called me your “best friend

Sure”

I blessed what I could not have

Lit a candle for a maybe

Then I let it melt in half

[Verse 2]

We shared the bus on Fridays

Split a bag of chips and salt

You told me all your stories

Every almost

Every fault

You spoke about your girlfriend

How her da just wouldn’t speak

I folded up my wanting

Like a payslip every week

[Chorus]

I was the saint of the second glance

Silent prayer in the staffroom hum

Guarding a hope that had no chance

Smiling

Letting the moment run

You called me your “best friend

Sure”

I blessed what I could not have

Lit a candle for a maybe

Then I let it melt in half

[Bridge]

It was nothing that you did

It was all I never said (I know)

When your shoulder brushed my shoulder

Whole confessions stayed in my head

You said

“We shouldn’t meet so much

She thinks I’m hiding something

Love”

I said

“Of course

She’s right to ask”

And swallowed every shove

[Verse 3]

Now I see you in the supermarket

Pushing trolleys

Counting bread

You glance past me like a stranger

Like we never ever shared a bed

In my mind we never touched

So there’s nothing to forgive

Just a story I don’t tell you

So you get the life you live

[Chorus]

I stay the saint of the second glance

Light your way from far away

Guarding a hope that had its chance

And quietly letting it decay

You used to call me “best friend

Sure”

Now you pass and don’t look back

I understand

And that’s our truce

Love that learned to leave no track

Style

folkgentle folk ballad with irish lilt; fingerpicked acoustic guitarlow whistle fillsand soft bodhrán pulse. female vocalsintimate and closewith subtle harmony on choruses. verses stay storytelling and sparse; chorus blooms with warm chords and a small lift in tempo. final pass leans into hush and spaceletting the last line hang over a fading drone.english

Prompt

An Irish resigned story-song about a woman in love with another woman for whom it’s forbidden to be friends. Her tale, from working together, to friendship, to rejection, is an understanding one.

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Brigids_Hearth

GeneratedMar 15, 2026

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