It's not the way you lookIt's not the way you walkIt's not even the colour of your moneyThat brings you my respectIt's not the way you talkIt's not the tales you tellYou watch and speak loud on wordsFor those who really careI can feel itCalling me the way you used to doAnd the time means nothingOohLiesLies, is all you've been toldSometimes I feel like I'm sleepwalkingIn a great big haunte dhouseJust stumbling around in the darknessCan't seem to get sleep at nightI can feel itCalling me the way you used to doAnd the time means nothingOohLiesLies, is all you've been told