Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cecily Smith, artist - Will Connolly.
Date of issue: 08.06.2015
Song language: English
Cecily Smith |
The war was over, I was living with my folks |
I yelled upstairs, «Hey mom, I’m off to grab some smokes» |
And my father called, «Why you need to smoke so late?» |
Well I’d lied, I had a date |
Free from my folks' enslavement |
Skippin' along the pavement |
To see a brunnette, who I’d never met |
But I never would forget, how she looked in that dress |
How she stuck out her hand and said |
«My name is Cecily Smith and I hope you like music |
'Cause I’ve got two tickets for La Traviata» |
That’s when I said, «I hate opera» |
She laughed and said, «Well lucky for you |
That you’re with Cecily Smith |
Who cares what you are listening to |
It’s who you’re listening with» |
So we take our seats, her hands are folded in her lap |
If not a kiss, then I at least will get a nap |
So I close my eyes as the orchestra begins |
Then I hear violins |
And the hair on my neck was rising |
A feeling new and surprising |
But it wasn’t the sound that made my heart pound |
No, it was because I found her hand is in mine |
And that’s where it will stay until they play the final chord |
She says, «Were you bored?» |
And I say, «I guess it wasn’t quite so bad; |
It was the best time that I ever had» |
She laughed and said, «Well lucky for you |
I got seats to Beethoven’s Fifth, |
Who cares what you are listening to |
It’s who you’re listening with.» |
A perfect wife |
A perfect life |
The time exploded like a bullet from a gun |
A week, a year, and then a marriage, and a son |
And a rental where I still can hear her laugh |
When I play the phonograph |
So I let the music guide me |
And Cecily sits beside me |
A girl of nineteen, with a nervous marine |
Feel her head begin to lean, as the melody soars |
And though it was real, it doesn’t feel like it could be |
That night when you said to me |
That I’ve got two tickets for La Traviata |
It’s sad but true, how much I miss you |
I miss you Cecily Smith |
Life is not the things that we do |
It’s who we’re doing them with |