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 ?