Besedila: Ron Pope. Heartfelt Lies.

I walk by the rivers edge
Skipping smooth wet stones
And watching them sink

I never was a fan of innocence
I've got two black eyes
And an empty fifth of gin

And I see I'm wrong for you
But we try
You swear I'm hard
To lay beside
If I was you I'd run
From me most nights
Maybe I was meant
To be left behind

Thundering circumstances
Beyond our control rumble in
Counting time by the lines
'Round your eyes
As your gentle caress
Helps me forget

And I think it's time

To say good night
And you swear I'm hard
To lay beside
Now years seem to pass
As we blink our eyes
Maybe I was meant
To be left behind

But all of our heartfelt lies
All of our heartfelt lies
All of our heartfelt lies
They're not enough this time

And I say I'd love
To spend the night
But you found someone else
To lay beside
And I know it makes sense
But it's like sand in my eyes
Maybe I was meant
To be left behind