Issue No 132 White Lies And Alibis Lyrics


White Lies and Alibis by Issue No. 132

This hell is not of my making
I'm one of the bearded angels
Haven't seen the sky for ages
Just another face in a very long line

There's a lock on every door
There's a darkness in every sense
The guilty man is home in bed
And it's me they want to put to death

She's the only hope I have left in trouble
Her voice aloud
The sweetest sound you ever heard
She can lift me up

Bring some love into the world
Up high the astronauts fly over
Back down on solid ground
It's all the same to us

You do what you can to survive
You do what you can to survive
You do what you can to survive

Crazy men in narrow cages
Seeking wisdom and turning pages
Holding on to nothing sacred
Haven't seen the sun for a very long time

There's a lock on every door
There's a darkness in every sense
The guilty man is home in bed
And it's me they want to put to death
She's the only hope I have left
In trouble

Her voice aloud
The sweetest sound you ever heard
She can lift me up
Bring some love into the world

His smile could never hide
The coldness of this earth
White lies and alibis
It's all the same to us

You do what you can to survive
You do what you can to survive

White lies and alibis
White lies and alibis

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