Scarlet Lies Songtext
von The Rare Occasions

"Fine!" she said, "I′m going away."
"You'd better pack those bags" was all I could say.
By the time I′d changed my mind
She was a figment, a dream,
As sad as it seems, so gone.

Lies! Lies!

So with an emptiness inscribed
You must avert those sorrow eyes,
For not a willow wept until the night you left
And a penultimate kiss don't taste as fervent as this, my love.


Beneath a sun that shines so bright,
Or as we're waltzing through the night
On top of cobblestones, those silent tones
Could paint a picture of you in the evening dew, alone.

Lies! Lies!

And I was wrong to dance so slow,
But I needed time to realize just where to go.

In the search to find the flower for you
I came across a poet or two.
Scarlet lies dripped from their eyes,
So take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?
I said take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?