In the time that remains the stars will fade Doesn't take what's wrong and make it right It doesn't change what's come before A lot of people want to turn their heads And wave a flag and claim a moral fight When there's nothing right about it One of the little lies of time Just because you're after all the men Doesn't take what's wrong and make it right It doesn't change what's come before A lot of people want to clear their head Or beat a drum and hold your head up high When there's nothing right about it One of the little lies of time A freighter goes to shore Puts a weighted line, the sun goes down And all this dirt, it turns to black A restless sleeper sticks his head outside And sees the light, and feels it come inside But he doesn't recognize It's my kind of little lie and my tastes hold in the middle of the night My kind of little lie and I know all the pretenders My kind of little lying time Lying time A lying time A lying time