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...