
The lies you tell reveal more than you know
Because you say the words,
Don’t make them so
They sound so pretty falling from your lips
Sounds so good, I want to take the trip
But I know damn well
It’s just the lies you tell

The lies you tell don’t make the heartache less
I know what gives
And it isn't happiness
You can say you love me til the end of time
You don’t mean it, baby, I ain’t blind
Cause I know so well
It’s just the lies you tell

If you can’t be real with me
Can you please, please be
Less careless
With your honesty??

Dance the dance and play your little part
And pretend it’s from
The bottom of your heart
Make up a story 'bout your big bad self
Maybe I’ll mistake you for somebody else
But I know damn well
It’s just the lies you tell

If you can’t be real with me
Can you please, please be
Less careless
With your honesty

The lies you tell don’t change a thing, you know
Because you say the words,
My dear, don’t make them so
They sound so pretty falling from your lips
Sounds so good, I want to take the trip
But I know damn well
It’s just the lies you tell
I know damn well
It’s just the lies you tell . . .

The Lies You Tell

Sól varp sunnan, sinni mána,
hendi inni hœgri um himinjódyr;
sól þat ne vissi hvar hon sali átti,
máni þat ne vissi hvat hann megins átti,
stjörnur þat ne vissu hvar þær staði áttu. 

Curtain up, my darling sins, the play begins again, Same cracked masks, same violin refrain.

You polish your pain till it shines just right, Hang it round your neck, let it catch the light.

Great given glimmering gold, as it was foretold, Now sold to the highest bidder, init bold.

We’re all just dancers in the tide’s slow spin,
Paying our dues to the salt and the skin.

Oh the show must flow, my friend,Round the bend to the bitter end.

Every spark that the sea can’t hold,Turns to laughter, turns to gold.
Raise your glass to the fire and foam, To the wounds that built your home.

Gullveig’s gold it burns, it’s cold,But it’s all part of the show, I’m told. See that chap with the crooked grin, He swears he’s losing, but he’s in the win.

Every scar he hides, he wears like lace, Every fool has their saving grace.
Grand, you’ll make your stand, with that little band of yours, Family chosen by self or by wars.

Those who cut you deepest, you still keep near, They tune your strings, they tune your fear.Know now, little soul, this is the role  Not without mission, you’ve got a goal.

Dust it off from the old shelf, No one’s coming find it yourself.

No need for faith or a holy slate, You’re the one who must walk the gate.

Fire met water and thought it would die, But the steam rose singing, and gilded the sky.

Oh the show must glow, my dear, Through the doubt and the smoke and the beer. 

Every bruise in the heart grows bold,
When it’s pressed into Gullveig’s gold.
Tip your hat to the storm and the calm,
To the curse that became your charm. Molten mirror, truth retold,
We’re all glittering fools in Gullveig’s gold.

There’s an actor asleep in a sailor’s bed, Dreaming lines he’s already said.
There’s a poet drunk on the thought of pain, Scribbling fire on a windowpane.

The sea applauds in its ragged hands,
And the gulls all laugh where the shoreline stands.

I’ve burned three times, I’ll burn once more, Till I’m bright enough to light the shore.
So strike your match, let the kettle sing, Make your peace with everything.

The gold’s not out there, it’s just below  Buried in the cracks where the heartlights glow.

Oh the show must roll, my friend,
Scene by scene till the credits end.
Every tear that the sea has sold,
Comes back round as Gullveig’s gold.

Lift your chin to the flame and the foam, Say “Aye, this hurt is what I own.”

Great given glimmering gold behold,
We’re all here for the show, after all,
Every minute, every soul,
All gilded in Gullveig’s gold.

gullveig’s gold

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