Truth Lies Low - Andrew Bird

Here’s a little game

You can play alone

Oh you do the walk of shame

From the comfort of your home

So here’s another game

You can play along

Where you empty all your blame

From your guilty bones

Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know

(The eyes, they know)

Like a thousand tiny suns that glow

(And they burn and they glow)

Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know

While truth lies low

While truth lies low

So here’s another game…

Fools are taking aim

They got pistols in their phones

Holocene is on the wane

We got plastic in our stones

Oh the lies, the lies, the lies, they grow

(The lies, they grow)

Like a thousand tributaries flow

(The eyes, they know)

Oh the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, they know

While truth lies low

While truth lies low

Vitriol from their pens flows

Anonymously their hate crows

But at least they care enough

At least they care enough

At least they care enough

To let you know