Hang on, believe,
There's nothing up my sleeve,
I've got no magic tricks to save the day,
Put down the gun, you're not helping anyone, and I'm not about to run or back away,
Don't walk the fence then come to my defence,
Don't need fair-weather kinds of friends around,
So, watch and pray as a traitor's kiss betrays, and rest your feet of clay on shaky ground.

Then look me in the face, at least what's left of it,
Tell me you still love me just a little bit, or nail me down, break the skin, hard enough to do me in, but don't leave me hanging, dying and dangling, twisting in the wind.

Here, touch my side,
Let doubt be crucified, nailed with your wounded pride to love's grim altar,
Here, taste my flesh, my bloody humanness,
I am no phantom guest, no skinless martyr,
So, taste and feel,
There's nothing to conceal,
You always knew the deal was sacrifice,
Stand up, be strong when all you've got is gone,
I left the light turned on in paradise.

Then look me in the face, at least what's left of it,
Tell me you still love me just a little bit, or nail me down, break the skin, hard enough to do me in, but don't leave me hanging, dying and dangling, twisting in the wind

Then look me in the face, at least what's left of it,
Tell me you still love me just a little bit, or nail me down, break the skin, hard enough to do me in, but don't leave me hanging, dying and dangling, twisting in the wind.

And when the walls cave in, and the curtain's torn asunder, you'll know we're near the end, you'll hear me in the thunder,
And when the sun grows dim, this will be your sign and wonder that soon we'll meet again, just like we did last summer.