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I hung up the phone tonight |
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Just as you said i love you |
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Once this would have been coincidence |
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Now these things start to bother me |
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You still close your eyes when i kiss you |
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And i close mine too |
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But we didn't open them again |
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Quite as wide as we should |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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Does your touch feel the same as it should do |
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Or is it someone quite similar |
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Who killed me with kindness last night |
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Now do i look at all familiar? |
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But none of these things seem to matter |
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Since we've grown apart |
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I'd put back the pieces of what's shattered |
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But i don't know where to start |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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And i feel like a clown |
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It's tearing me up |
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It's tearing me down |
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You say which are the lies that you tell me |
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Well where do i begin? |
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So i turn on the tv again |
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And the world comes crashing in |
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Is it my shirt or my toothpaste |
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That is whiter than white? |
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Is it the lies that i tell you |
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Or the lies that i might? |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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This is where the home truth ends |
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Chorus |
