Lyrics Magazine - Glasvegas

I was waiting for a miracle
Waiting high and low
I was reaching for illogical faith
Reaching for an instant fix for a pain
I was praying for a messiah to love
I was praying to the gods above
As I wondered where the real things been
There you are, your face
On the cover of a magazine

Who needs biblical integrity? Now I have a vision
Of who I would like to be
Between your pages
I think I love you, between your lines
I really think I know you too
I check my mirror, and hate what I see
The face the person, looking back at me
Because it never will be
Your face, on the cover of a magazine

Do I want fame?
An instant fix for a pain?
It's warped and utopian,
A make believe arcadian
If its biblical integrity
Or celebrity dependency
How could I not see what I was looking for
Was inside of me already
Before I look for a messiah to love
I need to start with myself first
I close your pages now
On the shelf I lay you back down
This is the farewell scene whoever you are, goodbye,
Your face,
On the cover of a magazine