If you lie to me whispering like a slow fire
Right here at the tip of my lips
I won't know if you will get my meaning
or allow me to be dragged into darkness again
towards another bohemian dawn
I admit that your flesh drives me crazy
I realize that you love mine,
So if you lie to me as if from my own mouth
I'll give you my remaining days,
And it's that there are lies that feel so good
That seem like hidden truths
With secrets that sweeten the bitterness
of the most tremendous and darkened nights
So if you lie to me
Lie to me good.
Because I still want to be decieved,
I no longer flourish in those proud nights
Those which only arrise sad and lonely