She stares at his face, not offering a word

To the man whose love now seems so absurd.

She can't say why, yet everything he tries

Burns on her heart like a blister in disguise.

And so live the lies of their loves.

And so live the loves of their lies.

 

He meets her gaze, yet finds not one clue

That tells why his touch now seems so taboo.

He can't say why, yet everything she does

Twists his very soul like those torrid dramas.

And so lie the loves of their lives.

And so lie the lives of their loves.

 

Before others they pretend there's nothing wrong

Yet inside they know this can't last too long.

And so they choke on each other's exhaust

Fearing to look upon just what they've lost.

And so love the lies of their lives.

And so love the lives of their lies.

 

A stumbled thought makes her blink,

Reminding him of a treasured wink

And spurs a smile from long ago

That sparks embers of a beloved glow.

Together they recall all those days

Of laughs and prayers and hugs and praise,

And for a brief moment they look beyond

All the silt of bitterness that tests their bond.

 

But in seeing again how once they lived,

Not for themselves, but as God, to give,

They recognize how they lost sight

Of the things that brought them such delight.

Still the lures and lusts of this tempting world

Pull ever so strong on old barbs they've hurled,

Churning up that silt to cloud their views

And bury them anew in all that refuse.

 

And so live the lies of their loves.

And so lie the loves of their lives.

And so love the lives of their lies.

— Words and music copyright June 2013,

Kirby Lee Davis