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 sex sometimes
True colors 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
(They don't love you)
Those brittle trees, those skeleton
Leaves were meant for dying
(They just need a little sex sometimes)
Swallow the lies more than the truth
(True colors shine through)
They're always ready on the tongue
(Don't beat yourself up for being too blind)
For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you
They just need a little sex sometimes
True colors shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
Lies was written by Is Tropical.
Lies was produced by Jimmy Robertson & Is Tropical.