there's something false in this
the pictures on the wall
our handsome shining faces
don't hide the [bad word] at all
there's something false in bliss
that remains so superficial
we keep posing for the camera
as the earth beneath us falls
and it's a long way down
when the thing you want to believe in so badly can't be found
and so your picture perfect hard-working [bad word] up empty every time
there's something false in this
as the evening falls
distractions and empty bottles
line the dim and shallow halls
an absence in your kiss
unspoken as you travel
away from all that pains you
away from life at all
and it's a long way down
when the thing you want to believe in so badly can't be found
and so your picture perfect [bad word] up empty every time