The Infidels

You can see it in his face You can hear it in his words You can feel it in his touch All the lies that you've been fed today Consume your mind in every single way Every step is like a marathon It leaves you wondering, it leaves you guessing It leaves me waiting And I remember in the hall He wore your corpse just like a shawl The hunt was over by the dawn And now you're soaking up the legacy Of a romance that could never be And there's no hiding in the vestibule And there's no cure for a broken home He's going to make it right again But I know something you don't (Oh, here he comes... Oh, infidel, infidel) See how his colours fly, see how his colours fly