Wonderful Lie - Withered Hand

I came to your house with big holes in my trousers

We’d sit on your bed when your father allowed us

To speak, and he spoke to me

But my physiognomy

Gave me away every time

I was losing my mind in my Ps and Qs

I’ve seen you undressing

I’m nodding my head but I’m done second-guessing

In my mind’s eye

I don’t mind

I’ve seen you like this a million times

And they’re half-asleep by their oversized TVs

Under porcelain animals and children with degrees

And they talk about whisky and their cod life philosophies

Their phony bonhomie makes me feel uneasy

They say «we used to know someone

Who used to know someone who used to sing in a band»

Well you’re breaking my hand when you shake it sir

Do you think that it makes you sir

Feel like you are more of a man?

I don’t understand

Is my procrastination a cause or effect?

And my guess is this flesh is too weak to respect

The will, oh well

No highway to hell

But it runs between row upon row of identical houses;

If there is a God tell me how he allowed this to go by

In my mind’s eye

I’ve seen you like this a million times

I sink two cans of Rockstar to your one can of Red Bull

You say «it's three quarters empty»

And I say «no, it’s a quarter full»

You say «touche

If you’re so smart hey

How come I feel so ugly when you say I’m beautiful?»

Save me from temptation

And deliver me from inadequacy

Let me show love to those who are unkind to me

As yours is the way and the power and the glory

Well dress like a whore and pretend to ignore me

'Cause I like that

Oh yeah I don’t mind

I’ve seen you like this a million times

Sole deo gloria

Sole deo gloria

I’m so tired of fighting to make myself heard

One day I’ll be singing this song

And you’ll be hanging on my words

Well, we all get where we’re going eventually

This used to be a holy day;

Put your head in my lap

It’s a wonderful lie

And I’m singing to you

From the back of the room

I see you turn your face away