It's a lie

The fat lady sang as I got on the train and you're holding your heart as you stand in the rain.

So you make a quick call because you're alone, and you hope that someone will come to the phone.

Someone is standing their back to the wall, and they've waited so long for you just to call.

The words they run from your heart to your head, like the words you whispered when lying in bed.

But it's a lie.

People surround you and you have a dream, and you know you're no princess, but you want to be Queen.

You tell them the story about you and me, and the bits that were grubby, you make them sound clean.

But it's a lie. You know its a lie.

All of the words that you set on the wind, they cover your tracks, but I know where you've been.