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 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 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 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