"You'll be just fine
You'll be alright
It's just tonight"
The lies we tell
"You'll be just fine
You'll be alright
It's just tonight"
The lies we tell
"You'll be just fine
You'll be alright
It's just tonight"
The lies we tell
But in daylight, the same type of demons in pursuit
Found or spotted counting cotton, dreams are often truth
Shadows hidden in the garden, pomegranate harmonies
Passive, dizzy; crawl on carpet, palms to granite, off to sleep
Pastel missing, hunt in diligence a simple prize
Other times confessing through the dripping ends of kitchen knives
Beautiful when glancing first, but fingertips should dance in dirt
Fiddled with the roses' thorns, now for the petals hands will search
"You'll be just fine
You'll be alright
It's just tonight"
The lies we tell