White Lies - Finish Line

Too late

He knows you're all back-to-front

Your bottom lip shaking

Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart

Sunday late

When you go and get your stuff

"What's your is mine"

That unpractical line back to bite your arm

No, don't leave him anything

No letters on the side

You've gone over everything

Screw-ups and the whys

Erase him, his memory

A tortured decline

Was never your style

And it's wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other's lives

Too late

They all know you hate your jobs

Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend

Like some holy mob

Get it straight

A lifeboat's for better hearts

Prescription or not

There's some morals forgot white-tattoo them on

No, don't read him anything

No poem, song or line

There's virtue in everything

But most in all that's quiet

An action is meddling

A dagger in time

Better leave it to dry

And it's wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other's lives

And it's wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other's lives

Wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other's lives

Wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other's lives

White Lies - Denial

You look from the roof to the smoke on good nights

Tall dreams at the beck of the stars seem alright

Your heart aglow

'Cause you know, you know

It was all raised up for your life

For your eyes

You live in the quiet that was sewn for good wives

Four kids - with the cat, might as well be called five

Oh, you know, you know

It's all for show

The city winks at your smile

It's your style

You know it's not denial

Not denial, not denial

Time is a fickle thrill

It's not denial, not denial

And there's a kind of heat

You leave behind when you go

It's not denial

Not denial, not denial

You lust for a love with the feel of old shoes

Great highs never brand, but the lows are all bruise

They know, they know

'Cause a childhood shows

A prize is hard to refuse

No excuse

You swear you'll come home in the week of New Year

No leaves on the oaks, oh, the past is too near

Oh, you know, you know

How they miss you so

Wish you all the best with old tears

With old fears

You know it's not denial

Not denial, not denial

Time is a fickle thrill

It's not denial, not denial

And there's a kind of heat

You leave behind when you go

It's not denial

Not denial, not denial

You know it's not denial

Not denial, not denial

Time is a fickle thrill

It's not denial, not denial

And there's a kind of heat

You leave behind when you go

It's not denial

Not denial, not denial

White Lies - Jo?

You hold the dice and I wait for your roll
It's not the first time that I'm losing control
With reddened eyes I blink out the days
I wait for your reply, am I still worth a save?

Where's your message for me Jo?
Time's not with me, don't you know
Call me back and pick me up
Take the pain and break it off, break it off

It takes a lot to unload to the void
Always digging out of our pain in the noise
It takes a nerve to leave me in the ditch
Coiled about myself as I reach for the itch

Where's your message for me Jo?
Time's not with me, don't you know
I need answers for a friend
Write me back and break a trend
Where's your message for me, Jo?
Sent my flare up hours ago
Call me back and pick me up
Take the pain and break it off, break it off

Storm clouds in the morning, voices raised tonight
Everything's a warning, everything's a fight
I wrote you all the details, wrote you all the truth
A stranger in my own bed, staying up for you

White Lies - Never Alone

I really tried to be good
But goodness, won't come easy to me
You're too good in your old ways
In others you're evil like me

When they call my name
I'm the first to smile
I put a few feet wrong on the moral pile
When I break the rank, I'm the first to gloat
And its a nice trip down
In the eye of a rope
In the eye of a rope

I put a coin in a cold hand
Still I seem to hurt everyone
Now, I'm the dud, I'm the short strand
I'm the burning wink in the line of a shotgun

You in your tall lighthouse
With that broken light
I'm gonna suffer on your rocks if it takes all night
You're the one clean soul at the back of a church
Go on, avert your eyes
This is going to hurt
This is going to hurt

I went bare-foot out into dirty snow
Saw the fires at the black with a sinful glow
There's an angry mob all downing pixel fuel
Taking blood with a lash from the skin of a fool
You can blame it on the web, on the sugar and fat
Entertainment is a spin, on an urge unwrapped
You can try another hammer just to hammer it home
But any modern thought
Is never alone
Is never alone
But any modern thought
Is never alone
Is never alone
But any modern thought
Is never alone