Did you ever really think that you'd

Expose the truth that pains the page?

And in their asking, did you see their lie

The motive true and earnest side

Four in the morning, should they wake up?

Or see them precious in this sleep?

Every step should break the same

With every move and every need



So run little children, play

I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on

So run little children, play

I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on



Could you ever really wish of them?

One of your games and counts of truth

With every moment you'll trace the doubt

And of the premise what about?

Will they ever really see an end

Or does it matter now from then?

What of their love for once pronounced

And of this love a loss without



I should have known



God only knows when your word isn't pure

And the blood on your hands isn't yours

I won't believe any word that you tell

And I won't drink the blood if it spills



So give them the story they want...

You too

So give them the story they want...

A kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me

So give them the story they want...

You too, before you leave me