And so it seems
I will see you once again
In my dreams
It's sort of strange
You only haunt me when i'm trying
To leave you behind
Why you always make me a liar
When i'm trying to tell the truth
Jesus, she's a good girl
I don't want to hurt her
The whisperings
In the middle of the morn
Liquor rests
Upon your words
But still in my slow beating heart
I'm not ashamed
Oh maybe i
In the rising morning light
Should be blamed
Why you always call me a liar
When i'm trying to tell the truth
Jesus, she's a good girl
I don't want to hurt her