Testo di The Wretched Sound Of City Cars

I woke up this morning to the wretched sound of city cars The cheek print on my pillow smelled of aftershave and old guitars So another day comes through my window creeping And I'm old enough to know that it's much too late for sleeping Cameras, cloaks, and daggers guard a heart upon a hidden shelf But no protection's better than the secret wall you build yourself And no persuasion, trick, or trade can lead you from your home Save the hand of love Even she can't keep you long I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody else Oh, seduction's like the smoke around my fingertips You know cigarettes can kill you, but they look good hanging from your lips And buried deep between the darkness and the dawn Is where I thought I'd try to keep you 'neath a spell of fire and song But I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody else I keep lying to myself And everybody, everybody else Everybody, everybody else I've been lying to myself You're so far away Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? You're so far away Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?