from the lying mirror to the movement of stars everybody s looking for who they are those who know don t have the words to tell and the ones with the words don t know too well oh could be the famine could be the feast could be the pusher could be the priest always ourselves we love the least that s the burden of the angel beast birds of paradisebirds of prey here tomorrow gone today cross my forehead cross my palm don t cross me or i ll do you harm oh could be the famine could be the feast could be the pusher could be the priest always ourselves we love the least that s the burden of the angel beast we go crying we come laughing never understand the time we re passing kill for money die for love whatever was god thinking of oh could be the famine could be the feast could be the pusher could be the priest always ourselves we love the least that s the burden of the angel beast
['canadian singer-songwriter', 'classic canadian rock', 'country rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'roots rock', 'singer-songwriter']