Harder Dreams - John Moreland

All the gods are watching wars on television

Placing their bets and telling jokes about religion

Crowded in for the sins we studied on silver screens

Couldn’t wait 'til we graduated to harder dreams

And I hear your sermon but I don’t think I believe

Harder dreams

Are you lonely in your convictions, staring through the glass tonight?

Is the truth a work of fiction?

Better ask the blood-stained sky

I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me

You got ads to sell so you tell me that’s who I need to be

But what good’s a letter in a language you can’t read?

Harder dreams

All the gods are watching

Wars on television