In the time that remains the stars will fade
Doesn't take what's wrong and make it right
It doesn't change what's come before

A lot of people want to turn their heads
And wave a flag and claim a moral fight
When there's nothing right about it
One of the little lies of time

Just because you're after all the men
Doesn't take what's wrong and make it right
It doesn't change what's come before

A lot of people want to clear their head
Or beat a drum and hold your head up high
When there's nothing right about it
One of the little lies of time

A freighter goes to shore
Puts a weighted line, the sun goes down
And all this dirt, it turns to black

A restless sleeper sticks his head outside
And sees the light and feels it come inside
But he doesn't recognize
It's my kind of little lie and
It takes hold in the middle of the night
My kind of little lie and I know all the pretenders
My kind of little lying time
Lying time
A lying time
A lying time