Waiting for the Lie

Tactical compliments

Time honoured systems of touch

Methods of self preservation

To escape when it all gets too much

These are the games that we play

While we’re waiting for the lie

Literal armament

I’ll stick to my stones

We imagine the shape of the danger

And decide that we’re better off alone

These are the things that we say

While we’re waiting for the lie

When you find that you’ve nowhere to hide

The truth is so undignified

We all carry the guilt

When you know you’ll be breaking their heart

The deception is part of the art

When it’s time to apportion the blame

The excuses will all be the same

Whenever the government speaks

Instead of the truth we should seek

Whenever you open your mouth

Without any shadow of doubt

These are the things that we say

These are the things that we say