Fingers Crossed

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?