Now the days hemorrhage hours the messengers 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 heads 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 that 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 Oh honey just place your hands 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...