Always Lie About Your Childhood
All the best things in life
Seem to have a hint of bitterness in them
But that's not every night
Hide your gold in the corner in of the night
And it gives music
Through the thickest oblivions
Always lie about your childhood
And prefer beds that are cold
As long streams of spring
Always lie about your childhood
And always lie
All the best things in life
Seem to have a hint of bitterness in them
But that's not every night
Hide your gold in the corner in of the night
And it gives music
Through the thickest oblivions
Always lie about your childhood
And always lie
Always lie
Always lie
Always lie