Fine White Lies

She's an open book filled with fine white lies
She's an open book filled with fine white lies
Her cards, her crystal ball
She can see for miles and miles, and days and days
And though she says she can't tell your future
Well I know it's gonna happen that way anyway
She ignores the rain outside the window
See, she stands to turn off the lights
But I, I can still see her fingers
They're covered in a dust of fine white lies
She's an open book filled with fine white lies
She's an open book filled with fine white lies
She says she has a switch to kill the pain
Well I believe her but I don't say why, I can't explain
She turns it on and on and off, yeah
And then she walks away
She said, if you could see what I see, you'd see you're doing great
Well, well I can see it all, reflected in her eyes, a crystal ball
She remakes the chaos, yeah, she makes it small
But there are those so intolerably dull
That all they see is fists and fangs
Fists and fangs, and nothing more
Oh she gives them all a name, tells them they're ok
Trash from a crescent moon, painted strong and bright, comes to mind
She saves it all, she's the angel of time
There's nobody stranger
She'll open you up, if you're open to angels above
Oh yeah
She's the angel of answers
She's the angel of grace
She'll tell you what you need to hear
She's the angel of voices
But most of all, yeah, but most of all
She's the angel of fine white lies
She's an open book filled with fine white lies
She's an open book filled with fine white lies