A song about our public and private personas, man.

Lyrics

I've got this whole life in my hands yet,
I'm such a buttered fingered man, let it go, let it go again.

I'm so scared of getting this wrong,
such dread inside and I fear that no one knows, 
no one knows my friend.

No one knows.

When you're asked it always goes, 
I'm alright dude so and so.
Well that ain't the truth man.
A pinch of salt will get you home, till you're finally alone,
and you face the truth man.

I got a knack for catastrophising.
I got a temper that's on the rise, never blows, keep it low inside.
Trying to see the best in bad news, 
because the rest is too sad to live through,
it shows it shows, oh my.

Yes it shows.

When you're asked it always goes, 
I'm alright dude so and so.
Well that ain't the truth man.
A pinch of salt will get you home, till you're finally alone,
and you face the truth man.

Face The Truth

The Cost

When Your Mind's Made Up (feat. Glen Hansard)

Set List (Live)

Fake (feat. Glen Hansard)

The Frames

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