Fire is a beautiful word   is the wing of our Lord   is a beautiful lullaby   How can you know what is real   when a camera lies   and you believe colours fly      Don't you love, don't you love haloes       Shame is the line on a face   and the smell in a wind   he was finally in you   Like a fly in a tin   or a bug in a bird   I have found   what is really within you      Don't you love haloes      When he awoke from the storm   drunk from the crowd   he was casually singing   Lies and belief are the same   you can give it a name   You can sing as a lullaby      Don't you love haloes