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