TRUTH

We are flying past the truth We are liars through and through I cover your eyes If you cover mine We deny we set the fire We run and we hide You cover for me And I leave you behind There's blood on our doorstep The basement is shut Our lawn flooded The roof giving up There's blood on our doorstep The basement is shut Our lawn flooded The roof giving up I often talk to people who say, 'No, We have to be hopeful and to inspire each other And we can't tell too many negative things' . . . But, no — we have to tell it like it is. Because if there are no positive things to tell Then what should we do? Should we spread false hope? We can't do that, we have to tell the truth. There's blood on our doorstep The basement is shut Our lawn flooded The roof giving up There's blood on our doorstep The basement is shut Our lawn flooded The roof giving up