come here baby, take me to the «sweet orgies»
and catch me tight under the waves of the sea
there's always a lie in what you say
but something tells me I shouldn't complain
so I keep listening to your lies
I hate nature and you know I've got my reasons
the sight of green is enough to make me feeble
there's always a lie in what you say
but something tells me I shouldn't complain
so I keep listening to your lies
I shed the last of my tears
I won't cry no more when I hear them laughing
please don't say you'll never fall in love with me
it's simply too early to be seen
there's always a lie in what you say
but something tells me I shouldn't complain
so I keep listening to your lies