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
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