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
 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
 Looking out on a buzzing city
 Molecules go flying by
 Standing here is a very lost disciple
 How could it be that angels lie