From the recording Burn Like A Field
Lyrics
The moon gets high and the sun gets low and you get in my head.
Who knows what lies you told as I lie in my bed, as I lie in my bed.
I believed, like a good girl should, every word you said.
You had me going good until the light was shed, babe, til the light was shed.
Honey, I can read you like the Sunday Morning Times.
I can see you’re lying by the headlines in your eyes.
Your cover’s blown, and it’s been known by everyone but you.
And by the time you know I know, you’ll be tomorrow’s news.
You played you up and you played me down, and it played upon my fears.
Who are your good friends now that your love disappeared, that your love disappeared?
There been times that I dream out loud of bringing you to tears.
I’d like to call you out, but I’m just keeping clear, babe. I’m just keeping clear.
Honey, I can read you like the Sunday Morning Times.
I can see you’re lying by the headlines in your eyes.
Your cover’s blown, and it’s been known by everyone but you.
And by the time you know I know, you’ll be tomorrow’s news.
The clouds they rise and the rain it falls, heavy on my roof.
Tonight, don’t it all sound like shattered truth, the sound of shattered truth.
Maybe by tomorrow morn, you will hear it too.
You took the world by storm, but it ain’t taking you, babe. It ain’t taking you.
Honey, I can read you like the Sunday Morning Times.
I can see you’re lying by the headlines in your eyes.
Your cover’s blown, and it’s been known by everyone but you.
And by the time you know I know, you’ll be tomorrow’s news.