I’m not convinced by your act No that dress don’t fool me at all Though you’re standing in white And your lie’s going well, we both know that I can tell
This walk feels more like a march And shadows still haunt all archways and doors of this town Where we’ve both been around but we’ll pray that they’ll never be found
We’re like the kids playing games outside chapel doors Pretend we’re adults dressing up in wedding clothes And it hurts when we fall and fairness doesn’t enter it at all I know I play rough, but I said I loved you and isn’t that enough?
Moments blend tattered and frayed Threaded by lines woven well But my thoughts are betrayed By that one stray hair that found its way to my lapel
The flames of our fire disappeared And there are some things we should make clear But in the absence of sound can we both blow the embers around