Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I read between the lines,
your lies
Feelin like a hand in rusted shame
So do you laugh or does it cry?
Reply?

Leavin on a southern train
only yesterday you lied,
Promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
All of these things you said to me

Breathing is the hardest thing
to do with all I've said and
all thats dead for you,
you lied -- Good Bye

Leavin on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied,
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by,
All of these things I said to you.