i go to confession
but only when its raining
don’t know the name of my priest
but i can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s cold
i know

you’re always near evil
can’t shoot it away
can’t hide in a looking glass
can’t bid on an other’s life if its soul
i know
i know
i know

i just have a number
long forgot my name
some they call me free
i prefer my number paved in gold
i know
i know
i know

we have a stranger plan
the fires consumed the land
the last reporter lied
no one cares about the stone
time is up, the birds have flown
the magic’s disappeared

move between worlds
clean up mistakes
we gotta get out of this place
leave the pictures on the shelf and hit the road
i know

i feel to get cheated
is truly a waste
like all the things we do
it loses its weight and then its old
i know
i know
i know