Saint Lucy

I woke up dreaming in romance languages
 Tangled stories by ghost writers
 But more like screaming, like my eyes in bandages
 All around me your flowers
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 I can't find the place where I need to be
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 Lend your eyes to me
 I walk in to the hall, Ms Love's doing magic tricks
 I take a seat in the back by the door
 And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row
 Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 I can't find the place where I need to be
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 Lend your eyes to me
 My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard
 While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs
 And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for
 If it's all that I am, if it's my only prayer then
 How far tell me, will faith get me
 When the well is almost dry?
 How far tell me, will faith get me
 When the well is, well, well, well?
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 I can't find the place where I need to be
 Oh, Saint Lucy
 Lend your eyes to me