The marble sellers still have hope
That you'll find a way to soar
Like your sketch did way before
I was able to moan
Tonight
You're so f*cking bright
And you're starting to realize you hit me twice
Oh, I don't know yet what you used to like
You will ever hear that kind of sound
Calling to mind about that time in which you were found
You will ever hear that kind of sound
That one which claims to have arrived from a pure heart
The dust pusher wants to hold
In his hands your dirty soul
To sell it cheaply like cherry scones
To all the dorks of the globe
Tonight
You're so f*cking bright
And you're starting to realize you hit me twice
Or it was just some love story you used to like
So take off your white lace
Don't care about the name behind your face
And you
C'mon and take off your white lace
I don't care about the name behind your face
And you
You will ever hear that kind of sound
Calling to mind about that time in which you were found
You will ever hear that kind of sound
That one which claims to have arrived from a pure heart
Everyone
Is you in disguise