Lies

There's a funny thing that happens to me
Every time it rains outside
I almost hesitate to tell you
I'm afraid you won't believe me at all

Because I used to lie all of the time
I know that you know that
But I've drawn the line
I'm not making up any new lies
I'm just maintaining the old ones

Tiny gods, invisible to any instrument you know
Too small to hold, and truth be told
They’re impossible to either prove or disprove

Because I used to lie all of the time
I know that you know that
But I've drawn a new life line
Yeah, I've drawn the line
It's a writhing kind
But I still try and hold a couple toes at the edge

There's a funny thing that happens to me
Every time it rains outside
I see 'em standing there

They walk out of the rain
Who's that? What's this?
Nobody but me even knows that they exist
They only ever say, with tongues like knives
"Nobody but you even knows we are alive."