Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines
your lies.
feelin` like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh or does it cry?
reply?
Leavin` on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by
all of these things you said to me.
Breathing is the hardest thing
to do. with all I`ve said and
all that`s dead for you
you lied - good bye
Leavin` on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things I said to you.