Is tropical lies
Too old to sell' too young to tell'
Too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
Those brittle trees' those skeleton
Leaves were meant for dying
Swallow the lies more than the truth
They're always ready on the tongue
For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you' the just
Need a little ***sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
They don't love you
They don't love you
Too old to sell' too young to tell'
Too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
Don't love
Those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
Just need a little ***
Swallow the lies more than the truth
Colours shine
They're always ready on the tongue
Youthey don't love
They just need a little ***sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
