Now the days hemorrhage hours
the messenger's are overwhelmed
delivering - postcards from heaven
urgent telegrams from hell
while the architects cut bloody lines
the grandfather clocks take their elderly time
for two ancient hands to align
and call for the blessed bells to strike...
Bring me some stolen jewel, some ring of truth
when you come around
honey just place your hands upon my head
and cast the devil out
Or have you fallen out of love?
Now, anything is possible
and when time turns my heresy into gospel
you can share the stars with me
they're the most beautiful thing we will ever see
and they found stories in the patterns
i don't know if they're real, i don't know if it matters
to a chip off the old pillar of salt
when the doves have scattered...
Bring me some stolen jewel, some shred of proof
when you come around
Honey just place your hand upon my chest
and cast the devil out
Or have you fallen out of love?
Have you fallen out of love?
Have you fallen out of love?
You've been waiting so long for him to show up...
