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 sex 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 sex
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 sex sometimes

True colours shine through

Don't beat yourself up for being too blind