Looking out on a buzzing city
Molecules go flying by
Standing here is a very lost disciple
How could it be that angels lie ? They lie.
Speaking out in a frozen language
You try to keep that heat inside
Every face is a masterpiece of lonely
And every breath is rarified.
Who wants to see an abandoned soul ?
Who wants to try and open it ?
Who wants to know what desperate is ?
Who wants to buy what’s broken ?
Dodging kindness like golden arrows
Shading treasure from uncivil eyes
Tunnels steaming with the breath of a dragon
Cathedrals warming to the sunrise.
Who wants to see an abandoned soul ?
Who wants to try and open it ?
Who wants to know what desperate is ?
Who wants to buy what’s broken ?
Who wants to see an abandoned soul ?
Who wants to try and open it ?
Who wants to know what desperate is ?
Who wants to buy what’s broken ?
Looking out on a buzzing city
Molecules go flying by
Standing here is a very lost disciple
How could it be that angels lie ?