The truth is in the lies we tell
Our own sad sentiment
The dreams of us growing up, grew old
Came alive, came and went.
We want to have a story to tell
Somebody to tell it to
But tales to tell are only worth the price
They pay to hear us sell it too
And then the dreams come crashing down
We’ve been played the fool
Then do we come to know
We were just a ticking time capsule.