The things you love don't give us too much hope When you've lost your appetite and you're sick and tired Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes To make them rise
Don't tell me how to tell the truth You're like a store that only sells guns and knives Tell me how to make something beautiful Flash before your eyes Let them make you rise
It only costs a buck for three tries Though money never buys enough of anything And I'm a moving target trying to shake some lead From your eyes Let them make you rise
