waiting on a Sunday afternoon
  for what I read between the lines,
  your lies.
  feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
  so do you laugh or does it cry?
  reply?
    leavin' on a southern train
  only yesterday you lied,
  promises of what I seemed to be
  only watched the time go by,
  all of these things you said to me.
    breathing is the hardest thing
  to do. with all I've said and
  all that's dead for you,
  you lied - good bye
    leavin' on a southern train
  only yesterday you lied
  promises of what I seemed to be
  only watched the time go by,
  all of these things I said to you.