liars
When did I learn to lie
That's a plain question to look at
I guess it's a holy Sunday morning
Karate lessons in one room
Women biting their lips perhaps to say
Some formless song
Some deep gurgling truth
And it comes out,out of opression
As embellished tune guarded with fear
© the light that was tired
That's a plain question to look at
I guess it's a holy Sunday morning
Karate lessons in one room
Women biting their lips perhaps to say
Some formless song
Some deep gurgling truth
And it comes out,out of opression
As embellished tune guarded with fear
© the light that was tired