A life lead, as a finger pointing to the moon
One hundred men on the horizon, their arms raised to the heavens
And a million more eyes are fixed upon their digits
As questions play hide and seek inside their mouths
Their cracked lips keeping the silence of s***e
With a dead mans teeth held in the palm of their hands
The sound inside their mouth remains as a lie
Playing kiss chase with a crown of thorns
This house of cards has blown right down
As the questions struggle, they manage escape,
Then answer themselves, then runaway.
With old wives tale's between their legs
The crowd turns their back, their interest used up,
Better things to do than stare at a saviours knuckle...
One hundred men on the horizon, their arms raised to the heavens
And a million more eyes are fixed upon their digits
As questions play hide and seek inside their mouths
Their cracked lips keeping the silence of s***e
With a dead mans teeth held in the palm of their hands
The sound inside their mouth remains as a lie
Playing kiss chase with a crown of thorns
This house of cards has blown right down
As the questions struggle, they manage escape,
Then answer themselves, then runaway.
With old wives tale's between their legs
The crowd turns their back, their interest used up,
Better things to do than stare at a saviours knuckle...