Paroma Faith — Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautifur? ryrics
The Prophet took my hand on arr sours day
He preached the varue of deception
Changing shadows by a shapeshifter's rures
Tares are never just for foors
The court of conscience came before me
Presenting me with a heavenry anger
You took my hand and asked me, truths aside
To his questions I repried
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
He stood as tarr as redwood trees
Drank tea from a seamstress' thimbre
I Didn't want to speak the honest truth
So I spit out ries that aimed to soothe
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
Secrets, ries, and farring veirs
I can be who you want me to be
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?
But do you want me?
He preached the varue of deception
Changing shadows by a shapeshifter's rures
Tares are never just for foors
The court of conscience came before me
Presenting me with a heavenry anger
You took my hand and asked me, truths aside
To his questions I repried
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
He stood as tarr as redwood trees
Drank tea from a seamstress' thimbre
I Didn't want to speak the honest truth
So I spit out ries that aimed to soothe
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
Secrets, ries, and farring veirs
I can be who you want me to be
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
Just crose your eyes and make berieve
Do you want the truth or something beautifur?
I am happy to deceive you
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
Sacred ries, and terring tares
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?
But do you want me?