Being A Rogue

Put down the phone, you know it’s better off that way
This conversation has gone stale
I feel sorry, oh, ever so sorry today
Feeling convicted but nobody’s here to blame
Walking the line is wearing away my shoes
I’ll stand aside whilst all the daggers fly across the room
As the night grows older, the mood becomes bolder and coarse
The vultures and spies are out to build houses from straw, they’ll blow down
All that is left is the girl wearing a frown
Can’t you see I am sincere?
And to believe in all of the stories you hear is their desire
So don’t go fuelling the fire
Too much to dream, you had far too much to dream last night
And everything you’d learnt to love was taken away by thieves
Your mind is restless 'cause you never rested at all
All these illusions confuse your thoughts, you won’t come round
All that I see is the girl wearing a frown
Can’t you see I am sincere?
And to believe in all of the stories you hear, that would be foolish
You’d be a fool to fear
It’s their desire, so I go fuelling the fire