From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
   Everybody's looking for who they are
   Those who know don't have the words to tell
   And the ones with the words don't know too well
  
   (CHORUS:)
   Could be the famine
   Could be the feast
   Could be the pusher
   Could be the priest
   Always ourselves we love the least
   That's the burden of the angel/beast
  
   Birds of paradise -- birds of prey
   Here tomorrow, gone today
   Cross my forehead, cross my palm
   Don't cross me or I'll do you harm
  
   (Chorus)
  
   We go crying, we come laughing
   Never understand the time we're passing
   Kill for money, die for love
   Whatever was God thinking of?
  
   (Chorus)