Silencers The Art Of Self Deception
Yeah
Ohhh
There`s a time for getting high
A time to be alone
Be alone
A time to wrap yourself
Round someone else
And bring it on home
You`ve been deceived
Oh but that wasn`t the intention
I was deceived
In a world of my own invention
Self deception ohhh
In an age of love
Kalishnikovs and
Microwave snow
Uhuh
We`ve got our hands
On the wheel
And our heads in the clouds
And a ticket to go
Ohh we`ve got a ticket to go
You`ve been deceived
Oh but that wasn`t the intention
No
You don`t believe
And now now
Love`s not worth a mention
Self deception ohhh
Well how long
To trip down this ancient street
How long
To stumble in this history
Uhuh
Well there`s a fool beside you
Trapped inside his sheet
A slave
A slave to his grand illusion
Well
We all believe
In a love without conception
Now
We all believe
In a love beyond convention
Maybe that`s self deception
I don`t know
No
Baby now
Bring it on home
Won`t you bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Baby won`t you bring it on home
Won`t you bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Baby won`t you bring it home
Won`t you bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Won`t you bring it on home