Uploaded January 2012 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Is Tropical - Lies
From the album "Native To" available on: itunes.apple.com/fr/album/native-to/id434812296
Lyrics:
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
Swallow the lies more than the truth
They're always ready on the tongue
For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you, the just need a little sex sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
They don't love you (x2)
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
(They don't love you) Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
(They just need a little sex sometimes) Swallow the lies more than the truth
(True colours shine through) They're always ready on the tongue
(Don't beat yourself up for being too blind) For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you
They just need a little sex sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
Is Tropical - Lies
From the album "Native To" available on: itunes.apple.com/fr/album/native-to/id434812296
Lyrics:
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
Swallow the lies more than the truth
They're always ready on the tongue
For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you, the just need a little sex sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
They don't love you (x2)
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
(They don't love you) Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
(They just need a little sex sometimes) Swallow the lies more than the truth
(True colours shine through) They're always ready on the tongue
(Don't beat yourself up for being too blind) For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you
They just need a little sex sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
