Saint Cecilia

[Em]Out on the f[G]ront porch with a ker[D]osene la[C]mp
See w[Em]hite-capped wa[G]ves rolling fi[D]ve feet h[C]igh,
but be[Em]gging these me[G]mories for an[D]other ad[C]vance
is like w[Em]hispering lo[G]ve to the [D]sk[C]y
[Em]I have this pi[G]cture of you ta[D]king my h[C]and
[Em]Sink to my kn[G]ees in the da[D]mp, dark s[C]and
[Em]Take off all your cl[G]othes and we r[D]each out in v[C]ain
[Em]The light goes o[G]ut as it st[D]arts to r[C]ain

[Am]Saint Cecilia se[D]nd me something sim[G]ple a[D]nd sub[C]lime
[Am]Close my eyes and d[D]ouse my head with r[G]ed respb[D]erry w[C]ine

[Em]Win[G]d [D]ri[C]ses swiftly and the trees start to sway

To take back the delicate words that you said

Place me there in the sunrise of the strong new day

Cause the light here is failing these words are all dead

Just leave me my cherished ambiguity

I need it to sleep with, I need it to see

for all contradictions that I try to disguise

will rise up from my lungs - come to be baptised by