So when your (new) eyes meet mine they won't see no lies, just love...

No lies, just love.

All eyes on the calendar, another year I claim of total indifference.

You write such pretty words, But life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me, Then hurt me, Then hurt me...

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want?