| The first time that he came to me
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| I was a young boy little did I not believe
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| I had a hole in my heart and I was looking for a piece that fit
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| The next time I was privy to
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| The dirty secrets, all the little hidden clues
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| And when I added it up, I knew a little, but a little won’t do
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| Can anybody ever tell me something true?
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| Preferably something that no one can dispute
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| When everybody’s spilling lifelong secrets
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| I’m betting safely on the man who will keep his
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| Despite his weakness
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| He’ll take his secrets to the grave
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| I took the medicine
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| But the pills won’t work
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| The pills they don’t do anything
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| But rearrange all the littlest things
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| And I know a little bit
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| But that bit won’t do
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| The bit I know is irrelevant
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| So I guess the songs I sing are irrelevant too
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| Though I know it’ll never ever come to this
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| I have a secret
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| And the secret is there was a lie
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| That I told myself 'til it became the truth
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| Rest assured there is a plan «B» on my mind
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| If all the webs I weave should ever come and unwind
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| But I’ve got plenty of time
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| I took the medicine
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| But the pills won’t work
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| The pills they don’t do anything
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| But rearrange all the littlest things
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| And I know a little bit
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| But that bit won’t do
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| The bit I know is irrelevant
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| So I guess this song is irrelevant too
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| And we will leave this all behind
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| So get your fill while you’re alive
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| And I don’t know where the lies end and the truth begins
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| Don’t listen to anyone telling you anything is a truth—it's all relative
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| I still believe
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| In mysteries
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| And all the lies
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| In reveries
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| And though they’ll lay my body in the ground
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| I plan to never settle down |