Love and lies she gave to me. Now a million lovers couldn't set me free. She haunts me like the winds that blow. With a memory that won't let go. . Every face is her's it seems.
Love and lies he gave to me, now a million lovers couldn't set me free. He haunts me like the winds that blow with a memory that won't let go. Every face is his it seems; when I sleep he's in my dreams.
Conscience drowned in the wishing well. With these fields of flowers that we can't sell. Have mercy, baby. Come here quick. Hurry before your daddy gets sick.