story behind the song: what if god is Alanis Morissette? (or some unreasonable facsimile thereof, Dogma style)
Lyrics
measures of solitude in exalted pain
salted spells and wonders in flame
reliving hopes, retrieving dreams
belief and faith in mysteries
mascara ruins, eyes blurred to seas
leaving nine lives and those histories ...
those mysteries
wants and needs morph to do tell
all your secrets, real reason you fell
wings clipped, as much as she pleased
drawing you deep into her mysteries
haunting in deeds of a world that once dwelled
beyond static trust of realities hell
delights and miracles only she sees
believing truly in what must be
treasures wander cross her smiling face
chance, a notion of some earlier age
those flames around you
are all that is real
that burning desire
is all that you feel
she comes with you slowly
as your night greets her day
in those moments of almost
you think you get your way
pick up your sword
bloody your hands
prove you are real
prove you're a man
what will you do
when you finally see
all that she wants
is all that she needs
not you, not me
