Reaching for an instant fix for a pain I was praying for a messiah to love I was praying to the gods above As I wondered where the real things been There you are, your face On the cover of a magazine
Who needs biblical integrity? Now I have a vision of who I would like to be Between your pages I think I love you, between your lines I really think I know you too I check my mirror, and hate what I see The face the person, looking back at me Because it never will be Your face, on the cover of a magazine
Do I want fame? An instant fix for a pain? It's warped and utopian, a make believe arcadian If it's biblical integrity or celebrity dependency How could I not see what I was looking for was inside of me already Before I look for a messiah to love I need to start with myself first I close your pages now On the shelf I lay you back down This is the farewell scene Whoever you are Goodbye, your face On the cover of a magazine