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 ?