Testo Underneath

I saw her in a crowd Or maybe in a cloud Her daddy would be so proud Little miss beauty queen But then she fell down And underneath her gown No backbone could be found It was all skin and nicotine Underneath these empty things We're made of, we're made of Underneath these empty things We're made of one love Just past three a.m. I saw a preacher man He had heaven in his hand on satellite TV And he'll fix your sorry life And then he'll fix the price Because Heaven sure is nice But salvation isn't free And now could it be instead That we've lost our innocence But one day this pain will end Hope is coming back again And we can live forever Well I have heard it said That maybe God is dead Or some would say instead He just up and went away But I saw him in a cloud I saw him in a crowd Yeah, he just looked around And he loved us all anyway