They call me Mr. Gullible, that much you heard –
You did all your research, I volunteered the rest.
For every fissure and crack you’ve the perfect word.
Now you relax. I all but ask to fail the test.
Your pronouncements and promises – music to my ears.
They’re a symphony to assuage my doubts.
So lie to me again, baby. Lie to me again.
You know what I want to hear. Won’t you repeat it, then?
All these days and hours I lie here in wait –
The sun blisters my skin and the nights grow long.
The fire grows, but you explain it’s my fate –
I must be patient. You wouldn’t steer me wrong.
Tsunami be damned. It’s time to swim in your wave.
I’ve no compass, no way home – I’m yours to deprave.
So lie to me again, baby. Lie to me again.
You know what I want to hear. Won’t you repeat it, then?