From the recording Curtains and Comics

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Lyrics

Don’t believe what you hear
Any more than you read
They’re both worth as much
As yesterday’s dreams
With your head in the cloud
You wear your heart on your screen
The oath of a liar
The gift from a thief
The compassion of a killer
Bring little relief
From the slip of the thumb
It’s a fait accompli
Watching the wheels
On the edge of your seat

Idle thoughts are now getting in gear
Dragging around
Your hopes and your fears
Wasting time
Like whiskey and beer
Putting them out
Without thinking twice
You went looking for love
But you settled for likes
Life’s more interesting
Anticipating
What’s behind the door

People will try to tell you
That you’re not who you’re supposed to be
That’s a good thing cos if you were
How free do you think you’d be
Curtains are like comics
They only work right when they’re drawn
An ounce of prevention
For true confessions
Your neighbor will thank you
When you greet the dawn

Face to face
Is so passé
Why make the effort
With a mind full of clay
Molded by those
With nothing to say

With all the patience
Of an alarmed Dalmatian
Acceleration of gratification
Vain declaration
Is just a reflection
In the flames blowing over the sides

People will try to tell you
That you’re not who you’re supposed to be
That’s a good thing cos if you were
How free do you think you’d be
Curtains are like comics
They only work right when they’re drawn
An ounce of prevention
For true confessions
Your neighbor will thank you
When you greet the dawn

Don’t believe what you hear
Any more than you read
They’re both worth as much
As yesterday’s dreams
With your head in the cloud
You wear your heart on your screen
The oath of a liar
The gift from a thief
The compassion of a killer
Bring little relief
From the slip of the thumb
It’s a Fait accompli
The wheels fell off
But at least you can sleep

People will try to tell you
That you’re not who they’re supposed to be
That’s a good thing cos if you were
How free do you think you’d be
Curtains are like comics
They only make sense when they’re drawn
An ounce of prevention
For true confessions
Your neighbor will thank you
When you greet the dawn