Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does your blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof
I never seem to get the drift
When I hear some crowd talk
It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter
Or the one line track of thought
Isolation lies like dread
Outcast fears
In which they are so so locked
Reduced to tears
Reduced to
Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof
Interviewed your dreams
Walked on thin air
No time to wonder now
As I break through their stare
Would they understand
If I were to show
That their answers burned to ground
So I turned to go
So I turned to
Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does your blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof