Fleeting glimpses of you everywhere Like sunlight at dusk Through this ocean of trees And me in speeding car Headlong into the future Your perfume through this poison musk My eye on letter "E"
Mistake the nodding of the head And all the words that can be said Mistake the very song I sing For the doing of the thing
She in white dress He in rented clothes Bargains are struck And promises made But soon we find those people Are already dead or dying They just exist in photographs That show how far they've strayed
Mistake the nodding of the head And all the words the can be said Mistake the wearing of the ring For the doing of the thing
And in that quiet cemetary Where theories go to die It's not a question of believing It's not a question of the lie It's the distance that we will not cross For the fear of suffering Between the creed we speak so easily And the doing of the thing
Broken souls covered in broken skin No resolution on the video screen And half a world away Somebody does our bidding Because we like to pray With our fingernails clean
Mistake the nodding of the head And all the words that can be said Mistake the sympathy we bring For the doing of the thing The doing of the thing
