Deceit - Neïmo

Out on the pavement

You left me twice now today

The tall buildings around me

All take a bow with love

I feel fine, I feel fine

I feel fine, I feel fine

And if I had a word to say

I hope it won’t be a lie

Even if I know it might

The boots have all trampled on me

And I don’t look quite the same

The street and her lightbulbs

Chant to me with grace

So you lied, and I feel fine

I feel fine, I feel…

And if I had a word to say

I hope it won’t be a lie

Even if I know it might

And if I had a place to stay

«It's clear that you’re not my type»

And now it’s turning cold

Say our love is getting old

Even if I know you’re wrong

Deceit is a word that sounds so sweet in your mouth

The bitter and rusty taste that runs down my throat

And if I had a word to say

I hope it won’t be a lie

Even if I know it might

And if I had a place to stay

«It's clear that you’re not my type»

And now it’s turning cold

Claim our love is getting old

Even if I know you’re wrong

I’m scratching knees and palms as I’m hitting the ground

It hurts so much for me to hear I won’t be the one

Even if I know you’re wrong