Manic Street Preachers - Complicated Illusions lyrics

On a street of old bones Dust masquerades as skin Time turns itself to stone Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win Desires to break and deconstruct I defend the middle ground Every battle I’ve ever fought Has either been lost or bought And in the rhythm of your voice I find space to rejoice My complicated illusions Leave me with no choice Even the answers that I dream Are riddled with doubt and holes Illusions are complicated Redacted and retold And in the rhythm of your voice I find space to rejoice My complicated illusions Leave me with no choice And in the margins of the page Truth hides but leaves a trace My complicated illusions Are now no more than faith