Dear Saint Cecilia – Iceage

Busybodies 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

Red wine 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

Red wine stained lips drip dry
Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia

Gone blind in the dead of night
Lord, I’m aching to retrieve her