Holy, Holy, Holy - Artisans in Brass

Faces and faces and faces and faces I take the street and you take the cases It was so lonely I couldn't make it I couldn't own to the love of a lover Ages and ages and ages and ages Valleys are made by the creep of the glaciers I couldn't make it better than it would have been I was a lie in the life of another Faces of races and strangers and wasters Beautiful hatred composed into phrases I can embrace, they're so afraid that they're famous I coulda been, what'd you mean, "What's your quota?" Pages and pages and pages and pages Books that alight in a thousand bright blazes It wasn't hard, but their heart was breaking I look away to avoid going under If you want I could be Anyone, anything If you know how to see Odyssey, vanity It was all in a high Hold it all on the mind I was young, you were brave I could never be the same Faces and faces and faces and faces Island to hide all the nation's disgraces I blame the blind with far off gazes Nothing to see and I can explain it I crossed the line and I was impatient I couldn't stay and I couldn't be baking I took the dead and you took the cages Lies are the best when there's truth in their making If you ever find you where the suburbs turn to trees And I see now, look around you, whippin', hidin' out for me You were waiting for the sunshine You been waiting for me You were waiting for the fire Time to burn these walls again I bet I can taste it, but the scent is in the air I can hear the robo calling out confused that he's there And the wind will soon be calling and the room will currently fall You are something you can't find anywhere in the stars (It will fall) (It will)