Iâve Lied â Archie Roach
Sitting here in this lonely old guest house
Iâm sure that my life is all through
Scratching fleas and watching a grey mouse
Iâm making love to the memory of you
For without you Iâm weak and uncertain
And I feel so naked and cold
Like a window without any curtains
My innermost feelings unfold
The drink I just had
It wasnât as bad as the first
And drinking wonât do
When itâs only for you I thirst, I thirst
For your kiss it quenches all burning
And itâs sweeter than the sweetest of wine
Now youâre gone I find myself yearning
For the love that I left behind
Nobody can heal
The pain that I feel inside
And if I said Iâm strong
And Iâm never wrong â I lied, I lied... I lied
