I was waiting for a miracle Waiting high and low I was reaching for illogical faith 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 its 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