| Shine |
|---|
| You got wings on your fingers |
| In the middle of a battle |
| Is a little of the way you talk |
| And you shine |
| You got cobwebs on your halo |
| In the closet there are skeletons |
| Lined up ready to talk |
| And they shine |
| Fade into what |
| Made into hours |
| And pulled into lines |
| You got a ring around your finger |
| And a heart in the bottle |
| That never really learned to talk |
| And they shine |
| You got brickbats on your beltway |
| In the middle is a puzzle |
| With the pieces that have turned to slop |
| And they shine |
