The Pointless Book

A Trajedy

Maybe your eyes are my father's
Maybe your voice is my son
So hold me close like mother
I know your hands and what they've done

Our words are a lost reality
There's nothing left for us to be
Between the lines, a tragedy
We are the same
We are true liars, true liars

I can see through all your colours
I hear through the noise when you speak
So hold me closely lover
Our words are a lost reality
There's nothing left for us to be
Between the lines, a tragedy
It's a sad, sad song
We are true liars