Air placement in my truck
Fiddle on my fiddle.
Lumber to chop;
But who'll clean the cinders,
When I'm on my fiddle?
Fragile little singer.

Phases that's all they are.
Scales of nothing potter's ray
Phases that's all they are
'Cause you could nearer
The sounds of lies to your ears.
Songs of a liar...

Frantic, simple, vulnerable.
Flute up my flute,
But are you really capable.
But who'll clean the blood stains,
When I'm on my flute.
Love it contains?

Phases that's all they are.
Scales of nothing potter's ray...
Phases that's all they are
'Cause you could nearer
The sounds of lies to your ears.
Songs of a liar...

Climb my trees,
Violate my violin;
I'm on my knees.
Useless crying,
When I'm on my violin.
No more faking.

And if you ever thought
What would you think?
Would you hear?
Did you hear?
Do I care?
Sounds on my lyre.

Phases that's all they are>
Scales of nothing potter's ray.
Phases that's all they are,
'Cause you could nearer
The sounds of lies to your ears.
Songs of a liar...

Frangranted love
Sax my saxophone,
Oh peaceful dove.
Favourite contrasts,
When I'm on my saxophone.
Very hard tasks.

'Songs of a Liar'

By Abigail D. Hinds