Lie Songtext
von Sandtimer
Lie Songtext
No one to blame for the last time
It′s the first time I've really looked
Consider it now, in the half light,
Was that one lie all that it took
In the first case a broken dialogue hangs,
Two small statues of some imagined flair
The rain on the roof, the mud on the floor
The easygoing stare, in the last case,
I know, I know,
You leave your soul on the outside of the door
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Look at the time!
Is it running out
Or is it running dry?
No one to blame for the first time
But it′s a pastime to carry on the search
Consider it now: like it's all mine
Like it's high time, to just play the game?
In the first case,
In the first case a broken dialogue hangs,
Two small statues of some imagined flair
The rain on the roof, the mud on the floor
The easygoing stare, in the last case,
Say it: there′s nothing there,
I know,
Cos you′ve left your soul on the outside of the door
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Well now you know what it's like
To be stuck on the outside,
But to be in on the lie.
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Well now you know what it′s like
To be stuck on the outside, but to be in on the lie.
It′s the first time I've really looked
Consider it now, in the half light,
Was that one lie all that it took
In the first case a broken dialogue hangs,
Two small statues of some imagined flair
The rain on the roof, the mud on the floor
The easygoing stare, in the last case,
I know, I know,
You leave your soul on the outside of the door
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Look at the time!
Is it running out
Or is it running dry?
No one to blame for the first time
But it′s a pastime to carry on the search
Consider it now: like it's all mine
Like it's high time, to just play the game?
In the first case,
In the first case a broken dialogue hangs,
Two small statues of some imagined flair
The rain on the roof, the mud on the floor
The easygoing stare, in the last case,
Say it: there′s nothing there,
I know,
Cos you′ve left your soul on the outside of the door
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Well now you know what it's like
To be stuck on the outside,
But to be in on the lie.
Draw up your own map, my friend, stay out of mine
Take your own directions now, look at you fly.
Hey!
Well now you know what it′s like
To be stuck on the outside, but to be in on the lie.
Writer(s): Kk Johnson, Benjamin Johnson, John Calton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com