It’s the subtle fragrance of a lie,
that permeates the room.
It’s something you’re not saying,
I think you stopped to soon.
So I ask you clearly is that it,
you’re nodding like a dog.
I feel a little bit uncomfortable,
that you had to swear to god.
The subtle fragrance of the lie,
now lingers here between us.
I have to take you at your word,
as I don’t like to make a fuss.
But there’s something in the air,
and I just have to work it out.
As what stands between us now,
is a fog that’s thick with doubt.