Truth No. 2 - The Chicks

You don’t like the sound of the truth

Coming from my mouth

You say that I lack the proof

Baby, that might be so

I might get to the end of my life

And find out everyone was lying

But I don’t think that I’m afraid any more

I say that I would rather die trying

Oh swing me way down south

Sing me something brave from your mouth

And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips

And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips

This time when you swung the bat

And I found myself laying flat I wondered

What a way to spend a dime

What a way to use the time, ain’t it, baby?

And I looked at my reflection

In the window walking past and I saw a stranger

I’m just so scared all the time

Makes me one more reason why the world is dangerous

Oh swing me way down south

Sing me something brave from your mouth

And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips

And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips

You don’t like the sound of the truth

Coming from my mouth

You say that I lack the proof

Baby, that might be so

Tell me what’s wrong with having a little faith

In what you’re feeling in your heart?

And why must we be so afraid

And always so far apart?

Oh swing me way down south

Sing me something brave from your mouth

And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips

And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips