lookin for another liar hidden in the sky
i saw her
taking one step back and
divin softly in ur celestial eye.
driftin close to barrels of
the flawed truths and perfect lies

in ur eyes the sky is dark
just like midnights in the park
when we were nothing but young fools
sleepin on the rug of wool

we were young and we were naive
and we never were ashamed
we were laughing much too loud
but then, all our dreams turned brown

one night the moon left us alone
face to face with stars that shone
weakly down on our place,
then we saw our beloved saint.
starvin freak on a crucifix,
lackin tabasco, lackin her wings.
in pale burr of whispering shadows
the saint.. the liar...
she wasnt broken, she wasnt scared
but she was hungry, yes, she was starving
and suffocatin in heavy dust