Here's a long, evasive story of failed hopes and glories
Old chandeliers and scratched up forty-fives
Here's some hymns for my procession
And a couple drunk confessions
A lie soaked in rapture tonight
No, no lie, no lie, no, no lie
Believe me when I say that I'm trying hard today
But I'm not right, no I'm not right
Tell me it's not true
I would never lie to you
I'm not right, no I'm not right
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
But it's not me, no
The sins of the faithful
The luxuries of regret
But it's the faithless who will know loves tradgedies
An act of purification
With all the best intentions
Smite me for my inquietudes
No, no lie, no lie, no, no lie
I can't believe you say that you're better off this way
But I'm not right, no I'm not right
Tell me what you see when you stare and look at me
I'm not right, no I'm not right
I'm sorry when I say I'm still holding on today
And will you forgive me
When I'm found dead on this train
On the outskirts of Berlin?
Doubled up on angel dust
There crying on my knees
For some God to come and save this lifeless soul for me
Now my ghost will write these words
As you cry yourself to sleep
I'm not right, no I'm not right
You'd never want to know what I'm capable of
I'm not right, no I'm not right
Tell me it's not true
But I would not believe you
I'm not right, no I'm not right
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
But it's not me