Primitive Reason - Thoughts Pen, And Paper lyrics

She's driving down this golden road in her cadillac She's got my soul in the bathroom where she She tells it secrets of what might have been Special secrets of what might have been And the fire still burns and the witch still screams And the fire still burns and the witch still screams And the fire still burns and the witch still screams And the fire still burns and the witch still Screams.. One-eyed Jack speaks to her through the sheets in a Small town It's in, it's in a small town, small town, small Town And the heart still crushes And the cage gets shut And the witch still screams And the wax still lays on our pillow The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow Our pillow, our pillow, our pillow, our pillow It still lays, it still lays, it still lays And the knife still cuts cuz things if not true should Not be said They should not be said, not be said, not be said So vomit will stain and vomit will stink Cuz just like from the beginning to the end Two only know the truth and that's why That's why lies are great things to them That's why, that's why, that's why lies are Lies are great things to, to, to, to them That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why Lies are great things to, to, to, to them