Entering White Cecilia - The New Pornographers

Cruising the magnetic strip, I seized the ship

I wanted it to be me that was with you

Site unseen shot through with meaning

I ran to the door, looked around

I fell to the floor just to see if it was down there

Your little chorus of angels

Howling, «What gives in?

Hey, what is with you?»

Just look around at how the other half lives

So you did, but you couldn’t decide it

Entering white Cecilia, entering white Cecilia

What’s eating you tonight?

Who cares?

There’s a bunch of them

So what if you saw one of them go?

Cruising the magnetic strip, I seized the ship

I wanted it to be me that was with you

Site unseen shot through with meaning

You ran to the door, I fell to the ground

You had a feeling the ballroom was down there

Entering white Cecilia, entering white Cecilia

What’s eating you tonight?

Who cares?

There was a bunch of them

So what if you had one of them go?