Sliders - The Orielles

You believe the life’s about that

And I believe you instead

But I ain’t gonna writhe in

My deathbed

And your words are so vacant, honey

Just as vacant as your head

And you seem to think it’s kinda funny

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

The sun is deceiving

I’m sat here still freezing

And you are deceiving

But you’re much less pleasing

And you say that we’re all captors

Of our identities

Living in a prison

Of creation and disease

And your words are so vacant, honey

Just as vacant as your head

And you seem to think it’s kinda funny

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

The sun is deceiving

I’m sat here still freezing

And you are deceiving

But you’re much less pleasing

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

The sun is deceiving

I’m sat here still freezing

And you are deceiving

But you’re much less pleasing