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
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
Ice Age - Dear Saint Cecilia Lyrics
Ice Age - Dear Saint Cecilia Lyrics
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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
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
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
Writer: Elias Bender Rønnenfelt, Iceage
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing