Tossing and turning on a sea of teeth The Girl In The Swing always helps me to sleep And not for the first time in my whole life But I fucked up pretty bad this time…. Here at the top of my skull, I wonder, how could it be If hearts are little liars and are not to be believed And you say I am insolent Oh, I’m incomplete I’m a forest fire on a city street But I don’t want to be I’ve got a life to lead And you say I’m juvenile I’m an awful friend I’m a runaway train at the railroad’s end Something I don’t want to see That’s not even me, no I was sailing away upon a lake of sweat Every harbor filled with poison regret And I wasn’t sure if I’d survive So I brought a pistol to your knife fight Here at the top of my skull, I wonder, how could it be If hearts are little liars and are not to be believed And you say I am insolent Oh, I’m incomplete I’m a forest fire on a city street But I don’t want to be I’ve got a life to lead And you say I’m juvenile I’m an awful friend I’m a runaway train at the railroad’s end Something I don’t want to see That’s not even me, no Some ride for a woman who has no name Some ride for a king Me, I ride and ride for The Girl In The Swing Race like a phantom through fields of snow You ask me if I know what love is, well sure I know But hearts are little liars and must be treated so If hearts are little liars and I don’t want to know

I went out hunting in the wintertime --- Nobody saw my arrow pierce his heart Nobody else saw him die Our breath hung silent in the frozen air --- My arrow held, suspended in the light As I took the glint from his eye And in that moment, everything is life Then, in a bygone time I saw you Standing in the kitchen, making bread The house alive with lavender oil And I remember what you said --- About the line that divides the living and the dead And in that moment, everything is life And I wonder if I can really go on As I shuffle closer to the edge Of something new, something dangerous And I remember what you said --- About the line that divides the living and the dead