We were well on our way to something worth writing home about,
And we were right on track to dispel those last little seeds of doubt.
And we talked at length about the tales that had carried our youth,
And of their input towards our liberal attitude to the truth.
But were we on our own that night or was their something under the bed?
Did you hold my gaze too tight, were my eyes too dark to be re(a)d?
But I am not the devil, but just take the apple,
No I am not the devil,
But honey I'm a liar;
Yeah I'll admit it I'm a liar:
But you're hardly the Messiah yourself.
I was well on my way to somewhere several feet up in the air,
Or in the spare room wardrobe, or the cupboard under the stairs.
And I was innocence,
And I was patience,
And more than these, I was trust.
Then I was apathy,
And I was envy,
And more than these, I was lust.
But now I'm older, I'm a liar;
No doubt about it, I'm a liar:
But you're hardly the Messiah yourself.
Did we take our lives that day, or was there someone else at the wheel?
A bitter creature on the ground, eating dust and striking your heel.
But I am not the devil...
But honey, I'm a liar;
Yeah, don't believe me, I'm a liar:
But you're hardly the Messiah yourself.
credits
from Future Youth,
released April 24, 2020
Written, performed and produced by Tom Lowen