White Lies And Alibis
NEIL FINN · Dizzy Heights 2014 · Track 07 of 11
This hell is not of my making I'm one of the bearded angels haven't seen the sky for ages just another face in a very long line
There's a lock on every door there's a darkness in every sense the guilty man is home in bed and it's me they wanna put to death she's the only hope I have left in trouble
Her voice aloud, the sweetest sound I ever heard she can lift me up, bring some love into the world up high the astronauts fly over Shangri-La back down on solid ground, it's all the same to us
You do what you can to survive
Crazy men in narrow cages seeking wisdom turning pages holding onto nothing sacred haven't seen the sun for a very long time
There's a lock on every door there's a darkness in every sense the guilty man is home in bed and it's me they wanna put to death she's the only hope I have left
Her voice aloud the sweetest sound you ever heard she can lift me up bring some love into the world his smile could never hide the coldness of his heart white lies and alibis it's all the same to us white lies and alibis it's all the same to us
Everyday – you do what you can to survive