Fingers Crossed

I remember blood red skies
Telling stories of the end times
We’d be the lucky ones, we’d leave them to die
What a tragic thing to feed a young mind
Young mind

One hand on my chest, the other with my fingers crossed
I learned how to lie by standing before God
You drew a line between soul and body
No fear of mine can tell you I’m sorry
You drew a line between and soul and body
A sacred divide, but what does that lеave me?

I remеmber the blood red words
Thin pages could never hurt
But I got a paper-cut while reading James
When something holy caused me pain

One hand on the mic, the other swaying side-to-side
I’d open my mouth but I could never stay in tide

You drew a line between soul and body
No fear of mine can tell you I’m sorry
You drew a line between and soul and body
A sacred divide, but what does that leave me?

One hand on my chest, the other with my fingers crossed
The best way to learn how to lie is knowing you’d get caught

You drew a line between soul and body
No fear of mine can tell you I’m sorry
You drew a line between and soul and body
A sacred divide, but what does that leave me?