A broken down renegade lying
Lying through your teeth
I guess it doesn't really matter much anyway
As long as you're lying
Lying next to me
Thirty years old, still running
Running out of time
There's nowhere left to run to anyhow
As long as I'm staying
Staying in this house
Storms keep coming
The doors are closing on the youth you're holding
Holding onto
The hope that something
Something you did meant anything at all
New highs, new lows
I haven't been myself here lately
A stranger in your house
You never really knew me much anyway
So I keep on lying
Lying next to you
Storms keep coming
The doors are closing on the youth you're holding
Holding onto
The hope that something
Something you did meant anything at all
New highs, new lows