False Front 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



Who's wanderering between the lines.
When answer seem to bide their time,
Your masks your best illusion,
Vanish in the scene forever.

Where have you gone Angelene?
The weather is clear, the heat is rising.
Your eyes of fire burn me to the core.
Just take her heat and move on to something more.
Lost inside a dream.
But it's better then the eye of her storm.
I gave her mountains and my dying word,
But she's asking for so much more from me.

Who's summit seems beside the theme.
When acension lost its means,
The past is best forgotten,
Forget what you have taken.

Tear down your false front Angelene.
It's better to look on the bright side.
You're dark as midnight when the moon has died.
You kill my spirits but you sure stir my tides.
Lost inside a dream.
Been kicking my legs and floating down stream.
I spent my whole life swimming through her seas.
The view from under water is so serene to me.

A falsehood in a false fronts view.
You change your colors, then your through.
Your mask has lost its message,
Mentioned for those who listen.

Vocie like a choir, Angelene.
Deceving trusting ears that hear you.
Your words of loathing make my inside bleat.
You moan your lies, the truth is not skin deep.
Lost inside a dream.
Been hoping for the strength to leave you.
Your quick to judge yet quicker in your feet.
You reel me in with love and let me die, Angelene.