"Fine!" she said, "I'm going away." "You'd better pack those bags" was all I could say. By the time I'd changed my mind She was a figment, a dream, As sad as it seems, so gone. Lies! Lies! So with an emptiness inscribed You must avert those sorrow eyes, For not a willow wept until the night you left And a penultimate kiss don't taste as fervent as this, my love. Beneath a sun that shines so bright, Or as we're waltzing through the night On top of cobblestones, those silent tones Could paint a picture of you in the evening dew, alone. Lies! Lies! And I was wrong to dance so slow, But I needed time to realize just where to go. In the search to find the flower for you I came across a poet or two. Scarlet lies dripped from their eyes, So take it from me, how bad could it be, my love? I said take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?