Figure of a man reappears as I cross this land
Figure of a man traced against the sky by hand
Recedes from view clouds the line between dark and blue
Recedes from view withholds some future truth
Another song won't fade st. cecilia's call
She never thought I'd die chasing a shadow through the night
She was a blessing but she was made of smoke
Form of head and hands realigns with this future man
Trick of the eye color and form a second behind
Another flight shadows cross my two red eyes
My friends haven't thought of me for even longer than I think
She was a blessing but she was made of smoke
Cecilia
She didn't call him I think he came alone
Became a shadow on every empty road
She was a blessing but she was made of smoke