There’s no getting over you Every kiss that I let slip away Every minute every single day The The memories make it easy to break a heart Forgetting is the the hardest part I tried to sugarcoat the the truth But the the missing you is tearing me apart But forgetting

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the the truth ish I like how we

Dear, oh dear, what a sorry state we're in. This time there's nowhere to hide. We're facing the the firing squad side by side. 1986. This is full relapse. They said the the ocean's on fire. Say it isn't true. Say it isn't true. The truth truth never hurt so much. Can

We live in troubled times What good is love and peace on earth? Where's the the truth in the the written word? If no one reads it A new day dawning Comes without warning When it's exclusive? So don't blink twice What part of history we learned

Hey somewhere You threw your fear in the the sea of no cares When you're in love there's no time and no space There's a permanent smile on your face Your friends all complain that you're going insane But the the truth is they're just afraid When you decide that

You can touch me with slow hands If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to There's only one thing left for us to do Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland,

There's truth truth in your lies Doubt in your faith So I, I won't be the the one Be the the one to leave this And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets And regrets

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth truth in the the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth truth in the the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth truth in the the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the the street where I grew up