The Birth of the True

[Verse 1]

I feel the magic that our time has traced

Make a point of it in every place

But every place deserves a curse or two

For making me so far away from you

[Verse 2]

I found some pictures of the world at war

Couldn't suss what all the fuss was for

I wear a picture of you wearing black

And kissing me behind the butler's back

[Pre-Chorus]

Sometimes I get down

But it's not you that gets me down

It's just that sense of the impossible

Gratuitously handed down

[Chorus]

But oh no, not you

Don't wipe your eyes over lies

Just let them shine their blue

On every whisper that welcomes

The inconceivable and the birth of the true

[Verse 3]

I'd sack the world and make a second start

Sack my head until I found my heart

Sack the world and make a red parade

To burn the banks down while the bugles played

[Pre-Chorus]

Sometimes I get down

But it's not you that gets me down

It's just that sense of the impossible

Gratuitously handed down

[Chorus]

But oh no, not you

Don't wipe your eyes over lies

Just let them shine their blue

On every whisper that welcomes

The inconceivable and the birth of the true

On every whisper that welcomes

The unbelievable and the birth of the true

On every whisper that welcomes

The inconceivable and the birth of the true