i can tell you're telling lies   its reflected in your eyes   in the stars against a night sky      on my bed lay on the floor   lying to myself   laying on those double highway lines      getting left breathless and broken   retreating from the telephone   usual lies left unspoken   you tell them to the dial tone      i can see storm clouds go by   they're reflected in dark eyes   in the stars against a dead sky      from this field holding back   holding in   holding a lightning rod up high      getting left breathless and broken   retreating from the telephone   usual lies left unspoken   you tell them to the dial tone      i could never be   what you've seen in me   i could never be   what you see in me