You're living a lie You're living a lie You're living a lie With your sweet self
You're high and dry Like a manic sigh I can't relate to your denial
Under weathered, in the shower The tub fills up with tantrum tangerines Sweet liquor on the pictures Interrupted by a man who yells my name He tells me to put down the apple Then he hands me a device of speech Forcing it against my oval face I can hear my father's voice
You're living a lie You're living a lie You're living a lie With your sweet self You're high and dry like a manic sigh I can't relate to your desire
I'm living a lie I'm living a lie I'm holding the truth of my sweet self I'm low and wet like a preaching cry You can't relate to me at all To me at all To my sweet self To my sweet selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
