Dear Saint Cecilia Songtext
von Iceage

Busy bodies building
A Europe of the mind
Bust and banish, fleeting eyes
Behind Venetian blinds

People care for safety
Invoked in evening prayers
Huddled up in mobs
They came to look but prefer to stare


Redwine stained lips drip dry
Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia
Gone blind in the dead of night
Lord, I′m aching to retrieve her

Love like an open lemon squeezed into the eye
Caged like a canary, mangled up and crucified
Short of keepsake in the shattered trophy case
So they're cramming onward through the narrow gate of grace

Redwine stained lips drip dry
Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia
Gone blind in the dead of night
Lord, I′m aching to retrieve her