So the self I've known is overthrown You should know not to place Too much blame - our fade is slow I kiss your face and I know Just what that shows But the lie is my bread And I bet nobody knows I tore the lily from its branches You've given me too many chances Quiet now, I'm so quiet... Quiet now, I'll be quiet... But the lamp stutters off: When it comes back, then I'll be caught But the lie is my bread And I bet I'll never have enough I tore the lily from its branches You've given me too many chances Quiet now, I'm so quiet... Quiet now, I'll be quiet...