Looking out on the buzzing cityMolecules go flying byStanding here is a very lost discipleHow could it be that angels lie beside?Speaking out in a frozen languageYou try to keep that heat insideEvery face is a masterpiece of lonelinessEvery breath is rarefiedWho wants to see an abandoned soul?Who wants to try an opening?Who wants to know what desperate is?Who wants to buy what's broken?Dodging kindness like golden arrowsShading treasure from uncivilizedTurrets beaming with the breath of a dragonCathedrals warming to the sunriseWho wants to see an abandoned soul?Who wants to try an opening?Who wants to know what desperate is?Who wants to buy what's broken?Who wants to see an abandoned soul?Who wants to try an opening?Who wants to know what desperate is?Who wants to buy what's broken?Looking out on the buzzing cityMolecules go flying byStanding here is a very lost discipleHow could it be that angels lie?