This is no great illusion When I’m with you I’m looking for a ghost Or invisible reasons To fall out of love and run screaming from our home Because we live in a house of mirrors We see our fears and everything Our songs, faces, and second-hand clothes But more and more we're suffering Not nobody, not a thousand beers Can keep us from feeling so all alone
But you are what you love And not what loves you back That's why I’m here on your doorstep Pleading for you to take me back
The phone is a fine invention It allows me to talk endlessly to you About nothing disguising my intentions Which I’m afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band The heart attacks I’m convinced I have Every morning upon waking To you I’m a symbol or a monument Your rite of passage to fulfilment But I’m not yours for the taking
But you are what you love And not what loves you back I guess that's why you keep calling me back
I’m fraudulent, a thief at best A coward who paints a ******** canvas Things that will never happen to me But at arms length, it's Tim who said I’m good at it, I’ve mastered it Avoiding, avoiding everything
But you are what you love, Tim And not what loves you back And I’m in love with illusions So saw me in half I’m in love with tricks So pull another rabbit out of your hat
You are what you love
This is no great illusion When I’m with you I’m looking for a ghost Or invisible reasons To fall out of love and run screaming from our home Because we live in a house of mirrors We see our fears and everything Our songs, faces, and second-hand clothes But more and more we're suffering Not nobody, not a thousand beers Can keep us from feeling so all alone
But you are what you love And not what loves you back That's why I’m here on your doorstep Pleading for you to take me back
The phone is a fine invention It allows me to talk endlessly to you About nothing disguising my intentions Which I’m afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band The heart attacks I’m convinced I have Every morning upon waking To you I’m a symbol or a monument Your rite of passage to fulfilment But I’m not yours for the taking
But you are what you love And not what loves you back I guess that's why you keep calling me back
I’m fraudulent, a thief at best A coward who paints a ******** canvas Things that will never happen to me But at arms length, it's Tim who said I’m good at it, I’ve mastered it Avoiding, avoiding everything
But you are what you love, Tim And not what loves you back And I’m in love with illusions So saw me in half I’m in love with tricks So pull another rabbit out of your hat
