Heard every word that was said that night
When the light of the world
Put the world to right
Well here's to the boys back in 628
Where an ear on the wall was a twist of fate
Look at yourself, see how you lie
Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
Well there's food for the saints
That are quick to judge me
Hope for a bad man
 
I will shine a binding light
Through those hearts as black as night
Stick and stones may break my bones
But as least the seeds of love will be sown
 
Now once in a while when I feel no shame
I get down on my knees and I pray for rain
And though the breeze blows gently
While I state my case
There'll be certain men waiting
Just to scratch my face
 
Hand on my heart I will make a stand
For the life and the times of the mirror man
In my head there is a mirror
When I've been bad, I've been wrong
Food for the saints that are quick to judge me
Hope for a bad man
This is the bad man's song
 
Guilt in the frame of looking-glass
Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
Where the jigsaw pieces of broken man
Try and fit themselves together again
Lies in disguise in the name of trust
Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust
 
Whats your problem?
What's your curse
Won't it make the matter worse?
In my head and they say
Faith can move mountains
Fire can cleanse your soul
Faith can move mountains
But mind over matter
 
Won't you stop all your chatter, no
I heard every word that was said that night
When the light of the world
Put the world to right
When i hear soft whispers at the break of day