Rose tinted view
And satellites [bad word] the [bad word] 
But 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

Rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies and 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 want you adore

And faith
It drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a stranger's love

It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies and feeds the curse
We too could be
Glorious