Out on the front porch with a kerosene lampnSee white-capped waves rolling five feet highnBut begging these memories for another advancenIs like whispering love to the skynI have this picture of you taking my handnSink to my knees in the damp, dark sandnTake off all your clothes and we reach out in vainnThe light goes out as it starts to rainnnSaint Cecilia, send me something simple and sublimenClose my eyes and douse my head with red raspberry winennThe wind rises swiftly and the trees start to swaynTo take back the delicate words that you saidnPlace me there in the sunrise of the strong, new dayn'Cause the light here is failing, these words are all deadnJust leave me my cherished ambiguitynI need it sleep with, I need it to seenFor all contradictions that I try to disguisenWill rise up from my lungs, come to be baptized bynnSaint Cecilia, send me something simple and sublimenClose my eyes and douse my head with red raspberry wine