Lyrics of
The Best Deceptions

I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
Don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
Don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing.