Was it a lie? Was it the truth?   Does your blue heart turn away?      How rich is your surface? How much do you care?   Does your blue heart turn away? How deep is that stare?   Time hints that it's on your side, don't think it's there   What's past could be a teaser line between mind and air      Was it a lie? Was it the truth?   Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof      I never seem to get the drift when I hear some crowd talk   It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter or the one line track of thought   Isolation lies like dread, outcast fears   In which they are so, so locked reduced to tears      Was it a lie? Was it the truth?   Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof      Interviewed your dreams walked on thin air   No time to wonder now as I break through their stare   Would they understand if I were to show   That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go      Was it a lie? Was it the truth?   Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof      Was it a lie? Was it the truth?   Does your blue heart turn away as you hit the roof      Would they understand if I were to show   That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go      Would they understand if I were to show   That their answers burned to ground, so I turned to go      Would they understand if I were to show   That their answers burned to ground, so I, so I turned to go