Song | Stop Living the Lie |
Artist | David Sneddon |
Album | Now That's What I Call Music! 54 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He sits alone at a table | |
In a small café | |
Drowning his tears | |
In a bottomless cup of coffee | |
And he's tumbling into his thoughts | |
His memories are all tight in knots | |
Who is going to save him | |
No one wants to know him | |
She stands alone in a place | |
Where no one knows her name | |
She catches them staring | |
They turn 'round and vanish the frame | |
And she's nursing her head and her pride | |
She died long ago deep down inside | |
Who is going to save her? | |
No one wants to know her | |
I can't believe that you'll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
So do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie | |
Stop living the lie | |
He sits alone and looks | |
Up to the eyes of an angel | |
She catches him staring | |
And smiles the smile of an angel | |
And she asks him if this chair is free | |
He says yes, will you sit here with me | |
No one would have saved them | |
We should all learn from them | |
I can't believe that you'll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
Do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie, lie, the lie | |
Stop living the lie |
He sits alone at a table | |
In a small caf | |
Drowning his tears | |
In a bottomless cup of coffee | |
And he' s tumbling into his thoughts | |
His memories are all tight in knots | |
Who is going to save him | |
No one wants to know him | |
She stands alone in a place | |
Where no one knows her name | |
She catches them staring | |
They turn ' round and vanish the frame | |
And she' s nursing her head and her pride | |
She died long ago deep down inside | |
Who is going to save her? | |
No one wants to know her | |
I can' t believe that you' ll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
So do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie | |
Stop living the lie | |
He sits alone and looks | |
Up to the eyes of an angel | |
She catches him staring | |
And smiles the smile of an angel | |
And she asks him if this chair is free | |
He says yes, will you sit here with me | |
No one would have saved them | |
We should all learn from them | |
I can' t believe that you' ll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
Do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie, lie, the lie | |
Stop living the lie |
He sits alone at a table | |
In a small caf | |
Drowning his tears | |
In a bottomless cup of coffee | |
And he' s tumbling into his thoughts | |
His memories are all tight in knots | |
Who is going to save him | |
No one wants to know him | |
She stands alone in a place | |
Where no one knows her name | |
She catches them staring | |
They turn ' round and vanish the frame | |
And she' s nursing her head and her pride | |
She died long ago deep down inside | |
Who is going to save her? | |
No one wants to know her | |
I can' t believe that you' ll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
So do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie | |
Stop living the lie | |
He sits alone and looks | |
Up to the eyes of an angel | |
She catches him staring | |
And smiles the smile of an angel | |
And she asks him if this chair is free | |
He says yes, will you sit here with me | |
No one would have saved them | |
We should all learn from them | |
I can' t believe that you' ll | |
Pull on a sleeve when you cry | |
You stick in the knife | |
Then give the kiss of life, live the lie | |
We all have a savior | |
Do yourself a favor | |
Stop living the lie, lie, the lie | |
Stop living the lie |