Lies

Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything Mirrors deflect light from their eyes Fact turns to fiction when we blink Things best forgotten don't you think Sit comfortably whilst telling lies Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying Swallow the lies more than the truth They're always ready on the tongue For all the falsehoods to be sung Sit comfortably whilst telling lies They don't love you, the just need a little sex sometimes True colours shine through Don't beat yourself up for being too blind They don't love you (x2) Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything Mirrors deflect light from their eyes Fact turns to fiction when we blink Things best forgotten don't you think Sit comfortably whilst telling lies (They don't love you) Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying (They just need a little sex sometimes) Swallow the lies more than the truth (True colours shine through) They're always ready on the tongue (Don't beat yourself up for being too blind) For all the falsehoods to be sung Sit comfortably whilst telling lies They don't love you They just need a little sex sometimes True colours shine through Don't beat yourself up for being too blind