Stained-Glass Heart

Stories and fairy-tales with pop up boards
It seems like all my friends are in love
Desperate in aspects unknown
Maybe they're just looking for someone to know

Songs on the radio, actors on the screen
Love is just a noise for the word we see
The action is obscure, tinted and faint
Choices are yours and we do not sense make

Lipstick to lip, and embrace to body warmth
Purity lost for enjoyment of nothings
Murals of what we thought hearts were made for
Haha, where are we all now

Love is obscured by the definitions of man
Fashion and skin is provocation now
Hearted love letters are books of heresy
From false they came, to false they'll become

Become the forgotten, forget the begotten
It seems all to familiar to me now
Love came down when that tree was pierced
But still, love is obscured