There's a song, that they sing at the edge of the world
About leaders and armies with banners unfurled
And the blood, of the brave on the glittering sand
While the mountaintops ring to the crash of the band
And they sing it a lot, it might even be true
But it's not
Listen, you
There's a boy, loves a girl, she has skin fair as milk
She has breasts like ripe apples and lips soft as silk
So he sings of such stuff, how he'll love her for a
Though he's ragged and rough and he sleeps in the hay
For love makes no mistakes, but he's perfect and clean
She is gone, when he wakes, and I mean
You can never trust that song, whatever you've heard (whatever you heard)
Songs are just sweet illusions made of words (words and lies)
Everybody loves a song
So reach for the sky (so reach for the sky)
Songs will just fool and trap you, made of lies
(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
(Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
On each side of the border
Wherever you stand in these days of disorder
You must understand
That some songs are convincing
Persuasive and smart
So in moments they're mincing away with your heart
Like songs do
They inspire, but beware because song, like desire, can go wrong
So heed my example
I was once a young ditty
On all sorts of lips
As folk wandered, the city
But now I'm forgotten
Replaced by new strains
All my rhyme scheme is rotten
And little remains
But I told them the truth
For a while
So beware of a song sung when nobody's there
You can never trust that song, whatever you've heard (whatever you heard)
Songs are just sweet illusions made of words
Everybody loves a song (everybody loves a song)
So reach for the sky (so reach for the sky)
Songs will just fool and trap you, made of lies (made of lies)
Made of words (you can never)
Made of lies