I remember a blood-red sky Telling stories of the end times We'd be the lucky ones, we'd leave them to die What a tragic thing to feed a young mind Young mind One hand on my chest, the other with my fingers crossed I learned how to lie by standing before god, ah You drew a line between soul and body No fear of mine could tell you I'm sorry You drew a line between soul and body A sacred divide, but where does that leave me? ♪ I remember the blood-red words Thin pages could never hurt But I got a paper cut while reading James When something holy caused me pain One hand on the mic, the other swaying side to side I'd open my mouth, but I could never stay in time, ah You drew a line between soul and body No fear of mine could tell you I'm sorry You drew a line between soul and body A sacred divide, but where does that leave me? ♪ One hand on my chest, the other with my fingers crossed The best way to learn how to lie is knowin' you'll get caught You drew a line between soul and body No fear of mine could tell you I'm sorry You drew a line between soul and body A sacred divide, but where does that leave me?