Well, I bought a ticket on a train bound west;
With an ice cold sweat and a bulletproof vest;
I'm shaking now, I confess;
Who would put to the test a well-groomed mess like me?
And I have a tendency of running from things;
A strung out junkie that the preacher couldn't reach;
But you never thought to give up on me.
I lift my head just like you said;
I dust off my halo;
I feel the beat beneath my feet; and I hear the echo...
Oh I speak to those with the unclean hands;
The radiant souls that the world has damned;
The untold story of the misjudged man;
Says it ain't too late to live the next day's plan.
I lift my head just like you said;
I dust off my halo;
I feel the beat beneath my feet;
and I hear the echo...
A broken spell, a conquered hell;
I'm building kingdoms now from this abandoned town;
A severed will, restored and filled;
With help from the angels I can fly now...
I start again;
I lift my head, just like you said;
I dust off my halo;
I feel the beat beneath my feet;
and I hear the echo...
