White Lies

How could I not like you in the middle of the night?
So much hidden love and so little time,
Our faces turning blue,
From barely breathing in this pose,
I want the world to know who
What a move! Castling and the doubled rooks
It’s all true, you can hold me to that
I cannot lie,
They’re the words that’ll hold the axe
White lies are the ones that’ll call you back
She is a magic hat in the attire of a hoax,
We manifest a bird, singing every note,
Some people like to see,
Metal underneath the fold,
But the illusions not for you
Why not you? Well it gets more blood to the audience,
They’ll need proof, at least we’ll cover that
I cannot lie,
They’re the words that’ll hold the axe
White lies are that ones that’ll call you back