Everybody Lies

I don't remember what it was like

to go back home

I only know it was cold and bright

and I was alone



CHORUS

Won't you tell me how

I could see you now?

Tell me why

everybody tries, everybody lies?



Underneath the trees tonight

where little men sleep

All that snow will turn to white

while their lovers creep



CHORUS



You should live in Dave's hands

at Sunnyland Park

and count the little days

turning into dark