There’s a funny thing that happens to me Every time it rains outside I almost hesitate to tell you I’m afraid you won’t believe me at all
Because I used to lie all of the time I know that you know that But I’ve drawn the line I’m not making up any new lies I’m just maintaining the old ones
Tiny gods, invisible to any instrument you know Too small to hold, and truth be told They’re impossible to either prove or disprove
Because I used to lie all of the time I know that you know that But I’ve drawn a new lie line Yeah, I’ve drawn the line It’s a writhing kind But I still try and hold a couple toes at the edge
There’s a funny thing that happens to me Every time it rains outside I see ’em standing there
They walk out of the rain Who’s that, what’s this? Nobody but me even knows that they exist They only ever say, with tongues like knives “Nobody but you even knows we are alive”