Believe Your Lies

There's a landscape in the mist like a little girl just before she's kissed And the offending tears are wiped away But there's an element of fear before a smile breaks through again A little twisted already by the deliberately persuasive mood that's holding sway Over the circles that we move in I've always been the gifted one but mostly I'm just plain bored so I challenge myself do less with more, call it lazy, call it a sorry sight But I might win I guess I might lick my wounds clean and start again I'm moving in circles all over again You say it's purely emotional but don't touch me like that I might grow to voice it somewhat like an opinion I'd rather sleep with a girl of subtlety Believe your lies, believe your lies