Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
The mist and rains of Ballina
That cloud the skies and hide the stars
Near witness to the dueling scars
That decorate my heart
Sunday morning Enniscrone
A thousand sleepless theories blown apart
Pretend this all makes sense to you
Explain away the countless clues
Be grateful for a trusting fool
On whom you can depend
To swallow every word you say
No matter if it looks this way
Convince yourself "He'll go away"
Or vanish in the end
Don't forget all the bullshit and the lies
The bitten tongues of compromise
Rose tinted lenses sting my eyes
Too late to realise
Erase the memories from your head
Rewrite every line you said
Though you left the truth for dead
It will find you in the end when
There's no one left to lie to
There's no one left to lie to
Flat denials celebrate
Another chance to humiliate him
Kick a man when he's down
Stick the knife in
Turn it around
Anger cloaked in mock surprise
The indignation in your eyes
Betrayal that hides in loves disguise
And fall beyond the autumn skies
There's no one left to lie to
There's no one left to lie to
There's no one left to lie to (No one but yourself)
There's no one left to lie to (No one but yourself)
No one but yourself
No one but yourself
There's no one left to lie to
There's no one left to lie to
No One Left to Lie to was written by Jakko Jakszyk.
No One Left to Lie to was produced by Jakko Jakszyk.