Lot's Wife

Lyrics

So Subjective in this fall from grace
Metals into gold
The dream is always the same
(It starts out...)
 
So subjective in this fall from grace
Metals into gold
Laughing in my face
Look who's laughing now...
Learned my lesson well, couldn't prove a thing...
 
Is there no one left
Who can quote the Alchemist well?
The dream is always the same
(It starts out...)

Nothing like a tale of Midas touch
Left without a trace
Something in it's place - lived 200 years...
Learned my lesson well, look who's laughing now...





Is there no one left
Who can quote the Alchemist well?
Is there no one left
Who can quote the Alchemist well?
(Is this not all there is...)
The dream is always the same
(It starts out...)
 
Learned my lesson well
Metals into gold
Couldn't prove a thing
Look who's laughing now...
Something in it's place
Lived 200 years....
 
Is there no one left
Who can quote the Alchemist well?
(Is this not all there is...?)
The dream is always the same
(It starts out...)
 
Is there no one left
Who can quote the Alchemist well?