Fine White Lies

She's an open book filled with fine white lies She’s an open book filled with fine white lies Her cards, her crystal ball She can see for miles and miles, and days and days And though she says she can't tell your future Well I know it's gonna happen that way anyway She ignores the rain outside the window See, she stands to turn off the lights, but I, I can still see her fingers They're covered in a dust of fine white lies She’s an open book filled with fine white lies She’s an open book filled with fine white lies She says she has a switch to kill the pain Well I believe her but I don't say why, I can't explain She turns it on and on and off, yeah And then she walks away She said, if you could see what I see, you’d see you’re doing great Well, well I can see it all, reflected in her eyes, a crystal ball She remakes the chaos, yeah, she makes it small But there are those so intolerably dull that all they see is fists and fangs, fists and fangs, and nothing more Oh she gives them all a name, tells them they're ok Trash from a crescent moon, painted strong and bright, comes to mind She saves it all, she's the angel of time There’s nobody stranger She’ll open you up, if you're open to angels above Oh yeah She’s the angel of answers, she’s the angel of grace, she’ll tell you what you need to hear She’s the angel of voices , but most of all, yeah, but most of all She’s the angel of fine white lies She’s an open book filled with fine white lies She’s an open book filled with fine white lies