Frank's fine, a trust fund kid He's got everything he needs He k**s time at the cineplex Sneaking into bad movies And every film he sees leaves him more jaded Just think of all the celluloid they've wasted Still he takes a seat at the next screening Hoping to flip that magic switch he felt as a kid Each and every trailer suggests A promise of something pure Something sacred, something sacred Lilybird, she flutters around In and out of every pub She's not looking for love, she says That's just a word some poet made up And any time she hops in bed, she fakes it She used to love, but it left her feeling naked Still she's at the bars after last call Thinking tonight could be the one where she'll be taken Because her heart still aches for something great Though she's not sure what that is Something sacred, something sacred And I know just what they want And how bad they want it I'm taunted by those same demons Though I can't put my finger on it You and me, we'd do anything for Something sacred Yeah, you and me could make anything Seem like something sacred So I won't extend my disbelief for Something sacred I haunt these city streets searching for Something sacred, something sacred