Will it wash away?  Will it ever seem right again?  Is it a passing phase?  Or a search for those lesser known qualities?  I can feel when you lie  I can see the regret staring in your face  I forsee the demise  I feel content for a day  Parts flown in out of state  It's a rare antique that you're seeking out  All your life  Hearts won't beat up your ace  They're seen all the cards  That your dealing out  Every day  Words we confiscate  Words we utilize to falsify the evidence  In a modern age  In a world where you can't believe in anything  Simple plan we devise  Sum of all hopes and fears of prosperity  Stubborn will could comply  So free will you can escape  Close my eyes, bless me all the way