Living Type - Powderfinger

And you’ll be there to break my fall

To reassure my doubts and faults

And all your fables will ring true

They are the lies you lean on too

There’s love on your breath

I’d better not say

About the blood on your hands

You hold the future in your hands

And sullen eyes soothe and command

A graceful mouth your deadly tool

Too bad the truth has fallen through

There’s love on your breath

I’d better not say

About the blood on your hands

The incarnation of a christ

Manipulation

There’s love on your breath

I’d better not say

About the blood on your hands

The cross on your head

What does that say

About the blood on your hands