Magazine - Glasvegas

I was waiting for a miracle

Waiting high and low

I was reaching for illogical faith

Reaching for an instant fix for a pain

I was praying for a messiah to love

I was praying to the gods above

As I wondered where the real things been

There you are, your face

On the cover of a magazine

Who needs biblical integrity?

Now I have a vision

Of who I would like to be

Between your pages

I think I love you, between your lines

I really think I know you too

I check my mirror, and hate what I see

The face the person, looking back at me

Because it never will be

Your face, on the cover of a magazine

Do I want fame?

An instant fix for a pain?

It’s warped and utopian,

a make believe arcadian

If its biblical integrity

or celebrity dependency

How could I not see what I was looking for

was inside of me already

Before I look for a messiah to love

I need to start with myself first

I close your pages now

On the shelf I lay you back down

This is the farewell scene whoever you are, goodbye,

Your face,

On the cover of a magazine