I suffer forthings I should not suffer forfor what I’ve doneyou know not aboutwhen in darknesssearching for sleepit’s not your facebut others that I seeallow me to dreamwhat I shouldn’t dream ofallow me to bewhat I might not bechorusI like to lie to youI think you like to lie to me tooif you ever heard the truthyou’d think that I was lying to youwhen I return homewill you ask where have I beenare you sitting scilentwaiting for the words to stingand the lies we’ve toldare coloured by the lightI wanted to pierce the skinnever dreamed it could goall the waychorusclose your eyesit won’t hurtchorus out