Lilybird and the Trust Fund Kid

Frank's fine, a trust fund kid
He's got everything he needs
He kills time at the cineplex
Sneaking into bad movies
And every film he sees leaves him more jaded
Just think of all the celluloid they've wasted
Still he takes a seat at the next screening
Hoping to flip that magic switch he felt as a kid
Each and every trailer suggests
A promise of something pure
Something sacred, something sacred

Lilybird, she flutters around
In and out of every pub
She's not looking for love, she says
That's just a word some poet made up
And any time she hops in bed, she fakes it
She used to love, but it left her feeling naked
Still she's at the bars after last call
Thinking tonight could be the one where she'll be taken
Because her heart still aches for something great
Though she's not sure what that is
Something sacred, something sacred

And I know just what they want
And how bad they want it
I'm taunted by those same demons
Though I can't put my finger on it

You and me, we'd do anything for
Something sacred
Yeah, you and me could make anything
Seem like something sacred
So I won't extend my disbelief for
Something sacred
I haunt these city streets searching for
Something sacred, something sacred