i can tell you're telling lies
its reflected in your eyes
in the stars against a night sky
on my bed lay on the floor
lying to myself
laying on those double highway lines
getting left breathless and broken
retreating from the telephone
usual lies left unspoken
you tell them to the dial tone
i can see storm clouds go by
they're reflected in dark eyes
in the stars against a dead sky
from this field holding back
holding in
holding a lightning rod up high
getting left breathless and broken
retreating from the telephone
usual lies left unspoken
you tell them to the dial tone
i could never be
what you've seen in me
i could never be
what you see in me