When we meet on neutral ground, I can't belive how good you look. And the thoughts that race around my mind, Fill a long unreadable book and
I can feel the waves, I can sense the continents eroding, You say you know why i called you here, But you couldn't have any way of knowing, so That's not true. That's a mean thing to say. That's a damnable lie. That's a damnable lie.
Looking at you, and i don't know What it is i see And i know you're changing, almost indetectably.
And i see a ship off the shore And i imagine it sinking. And you smile and you say that you know What it is that i'm thinking. That's not true. That's a rotten thing to say. That's a damnable lie. That's a damnable lie