Faux-Fire, Faux-Gold

Can’t we care a bit more
‘bout innocence and bliss?
So in times of trouble
There’ll be something else to do
Other than counting scars
On the *surface of the* earth…
(We’re all singing on minor keys
Songs that cut us deep
But still choking with our
Own sincerity
We’re millions hanging
From these lips
Wishing and waiting
To be…)
Give me a bottle
And I’ll believe (in this)
Grant me the world
And I’ll look at (the sky)
Teach me some simple chords
And I will do (my best)
To try to reach your heart
(We’re all singing on minor keys
Songs that cut us deep
But still choking with our
Own sincerity
We’re millions hanging
From these lips
Wishing and waiting
To be…)
(We’re all singing on minor keys
Songs that cut us deep
But still choking with our
Own sincerity
We’re millions hanging’
From these lips
Wishing and waiting
To be…)
…Something more than flesh & fear
…Something more, something more