Lies, lies, lies

I live and therefore I will die,
therefore sometimes I have to lie.
These days the truth is hard to find,
just try and mind your own mind.

Today we're young and, oh, so nice,
we'll call a cab into sunrise
to take us some place we'd call home,
where we could shag and write a poem.

So that, years gone, it would remind
of times when love was hard to find,
of times when we were young and gay,
and time was never in our way.

And we'll forget the ugly side,
and burn the pictures in the night,
we'll live the marvelous great lives
and stuff our heads with lies, lies, lies!

then once you wake up in the morning,
the sky is grey and you are blue,
your bed is cold, the city's scorning
your voice is alien, wish you knew
someone you saw once in your dream,
now, was it you? this one's not you,
this one is vain, you want to scream
and you set out in search of you.

that's when you're through
with lies