Texty: Kate Campbell. Rosaryville. Porcelain Blue.

She is standing in the garden silently astute
Waiting for the sun to come and kiss away the dew
How can she be so translucent from my window view
I can see her heart clear through in porcelain blue

You can find me in the city where the music grooves
Surrounded by a misty brew of magic and voodoo
Lying in my bed in the sultry afternoon
I can hear those saints go marching through in porcelain blue

I will follow in that number
And I hope to meet you there
Blessed Mary please don?t slumber
Pray for us who need your care

Staring at this vase searching for my muse
If lovers die together are they forever fused
I?ve heard love?s eternal and I wonder if it?s true
Underneath this crescent city moon in porcelain blue