I tell a lie I’m a needle in the heart You’re a shadow in the dark In a woodchip house In the garden we hide
With our shoes untied
The storm rising up Our hair’s tangled up My words are tangled up The home we’re thinking of We’ll fall soon enough We’ll fall through the ground
I tell a lie On your bed so small With your heroes on the wall In the fading light Through the window I see All your poplar trees
The storm rising up Our hair tangled up
My words are tangled up The home we’re thinking of We’ll fall soon enough We’ll fall through the ground