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