Miya Folick- White Lies
The door’s hardly closed,
and i’m already in your arms.
your cold, cold nose on my cheek,
i think, ‘can i say hello, can i say hello first?’
you ask me to stay,
but i’ve already made my mind.
i checked all the signs on your street,
to make sure that i could park my car overnight.
come take your coat off,
settle down beside,
come come come hold me,
tell me some white lies.
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
i’m a lump on your bed,
to greet you when you rise.
you are a fish on a hook,
trying hard to breathe the tears in my eyes.
i heard what you said,
and i took it all in stride,
but i’m tired, tired of pretending.
this is only white lies.
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
i remember you said,
that your mother was just a housewife,
and i though, ‘i could never be with someone who thinks,
that a mother is something that you could just be.’
i want you to stay but i need you to go.
i wish that i could just love you.
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?