So I guess even dreams are sold to life.
All the mysteries of jaded lies?
I thought everything would be all right.
Now it seems like the day the whole world died.
Vanity in the flowers all the angels cried.
I thought everything would be all right.
She slept with guilt on an innocent bed.
Birds of prey killed all the butterflies in her head.
She's all right.
It seemed like today the whole world was bright.
Such a strange day colored in your eyes.
For a moment I'm all right.
Strange like the night I lost my soul.
Found god in an ally, selling salvation for a paper note.
Everyone's all right.
It's like the day she believed.
And the night she quit so easily.
But it's all right.
It's all right.
Right?
