Sangtekst: Ivoryline. The Life You Have. All You Ever Hear.

This town is dirty Honey, even for a girl like you.
Where the game is lets play fake.
And the players, all the religious and the scoundrels -
one in the same. Oh what a shame.
What an absolutely terrible shame.

There are liars outside your window
singing syncopated rhythms drowning in your ear
and theyre all you ever, all you ever, ever hear.
Your apathy says blame for this. Uh huh yeah.
Apathy says blame me for this.

Oh, day two is quite the same
In fact just the name -lets change face.
And the players, all the religious and the scoundrels
meet in the shady place today.
What a terrible shame.

Youre home now curled up with your chin to your knee.
Does it hurt to breathe? Just dont go to sleep.
Loose lips, wide hips, you dont have to beg.
Each night a different man in your bed.
But heres the question, does that man need you?
Loose lips, wide hips, you dont have to beg,
Each night a different man in your bed.
And he knows it. He knows he doesnt need you.

Singing syncopated rhythms drowning in your ear
and theyre all you ever, all you ever, ever hear.
Your apathy cant blame me for this. No.
Apathy cant blame me for this.

(© Jeremy Gray / Ivoryline 2006)