Rose-tinted view
And satellites [bad word] the [bad word] I wanted more
With the cuts and the [bad word] Touch my face
hopeless embrace

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a stranger's love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious

I need to believe
But I still want more
With the cuts and the [bad word] Don't close the door
On what you adore

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious