If you happen upon a stranger
a man with saleable eyes,
there’s a watch in his pocket of silver
that only tells you lies.
And climbing up his poetry
you can see for miles
of roads and broken roses
that seem to grow whenever he smiles.
CHORUS
He’ll lie, yes he’ll lie, and he’ll take from you.
All while making you feel so alive.
Until you’re terrified that part of you might die.
He’ll sing of rejection
but he will write of love.
he won’t end the dissection of you
until he’s seen enough.
He’ll hold you in the morning,
his smile’s not to resit,
and oh those sailable eyes
will be seeing you as you kiss.
CH
Then you’ll start to wonder
and then that feeling passes.
Your friends are losing pity.
Might still care but they’re not asking.
Alone with him. Alone with him.
Alone with him. It’s true.
Yeah, you’re all alone with him,
but is he all alone with you?
CH