Storytellers (Remastered) Lyrics

All my friends are storytellers

Everything is make-believe

Nobody wants to admit it

None of us know anything

So write it down right now

Do I have to spell it out?

We'll spin into the ground

When we get it all figured out

In due time, in due time

We got building drawn without straight lines

Epitaphs for symmetry

Flaming end of cigarettes

Burning bright as effigies

We'll right it down right now

Do I have to spell it out?

We'll spin into the ground

And we'll get it all figured out

In due time, in due time

Everyone has tales to tell

Everyone sings such sad songs

No one seems to understand that

Everyone else sings along

And you know I think that if I'd known

I might have just stayed back home

All my friends are storytellers

Everything is make-believe

Nobody wants to admit it

But none of us know anything

So write it down right now

Do I have to spell it out?

We'll spin into the ground

Now we got it all figured out

In due time, in due time