The Believer

Walking through a room
And theres bodies everywhere
Lets make like they move
No heartbeat there
Mortals can act strange and crazed
They dont know why that they feel shame
The blues will chew up you
When you hide ghosts beneath your stairs
Ive been bad
Brazen and bold
And dragged the past in from the cold
Ill dance the circus till its worn
Crystal waters deep
With silver sands under my feet
Gold and withered gifts for the sun [?]
Just lay love the tramp [?]
Or just need it
Ive been bad
Brazen and bold
And dragged the past in from the cold
Ill dance the circus till its worn
And ill save the believer
Ill save the believer