The things you love don't give us too much hope 
When you've lost your appetite and you're sick and tired 
Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes 
To make them rise 

Don't tell me how to tell the truth 
You're like a store that only sells guns and knives 
Tell me how to make something beautiful 
Flash before your eyes 
Let them make you rise 

It only costs a buck for three tries 
Though money never buys enough of anything 
And I'm a moving target trying to shake some lead 
From your eyes 
Let them make you rise