So the story was told to me with patience.
Oblivious to your eyes as I lay in silence.
If memory serves me right... you're unkind, impatient,
but then again just who am I to describe the failings of a lesser being.

Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading) [bad word] this little child of mine.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in the whites of your eyes?
I've waited in silence for half of my life.

Dreams of an unforgiving mind, childlike in nature.
What a perfect place to hide from you (into what I call 'memory').

Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading) [bad word] this little child of mine.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in the whites of your eyes?
I've waited in silence for half of my life.

Now just one innocent lie (while the world is fading) [bad word] this little child inside.
How then on the day that you lied I could see it in your [bad word] red eyes?
I've waited in silence... I've waited in silence...