the thing that makes your eyes glitter isn t always gold dust the wings you think life s given you they couldn t lift a bread crust a siren in the sky calls my body home the last remaining high leaves me low down and alone the maps of where you are can be found in every bar where those cozy little homelies hang the things makes your eyes glitter isn t always gold dust the wings you think life s given you they couldn t lift a bread crust the confidence of kings leaches from my hands where jupiter did sing a drunken janitor now stands to figure who you are you look in every single car where they stick those tired sideways looks at life the thing that makes your eyes glitter isn t always gold dust the wings you life s given you they couldn t lift a bread crust alone that ain t the word it s just a groan in the morning nobody ever heard the thing that makes your eyes glitter isn t always gold dust the wings you think life s given you they couldn t lift a bread crust