If God were human
What would I do?
Would I pass through my life, totally clueless
Of all my weird sides, my fatal pride
Look me in the eye
Then watch me run and hide
My body plays it's part
Rewarded by aches
I'm choking on my justice
And irrational dreads
Paralysing my head...

Or would I guard myself as something true
And manage to open up and receive you?

Oh, St. Cecilia
Where would I be?
Music salvation floating through me
Oh, Cecilia

If God were a boy
What would my chances be?
Would man be different, and able to see
Not only his needs, his wishes and fears
Adding insult and pain to helpless tears
Messing with any available virginal mind
Hiding his soul -
Coming up from behind...
Or would he pay attention to who I might be?
And peacefully discover
The path that leads to me?

Oh, St. Cecilia
Where would I be?
Music salvation floating through me
Oh, Cecilia

If God were a woman
Would I be a believer?
Would I simply follow the stream like a river
Still worrying about
Ignorance, deadlines, dry skin
Pollution, corruption, original sin
Little amuse me, I expect less and less will
I'm painting my face -
Standing quite still...

Or would I feel it in my bones as they shiver
And look into myself and finally find her

Oh, St. Cecilia
Where would I be?
Music salvation floating through me
Oh, Cecilia...