You don’t believe me, I can tell it by your eyes
There’s a kind of magic, to be had from your lies
I used to say that today
Is like tomorrow
Don’t sell it short for truth
I should have known should have known should have known how
I should have known I should have known by now
You don’t understand it, I can tell it by your smile
There’s a kind of freedom, to be had from your lies
I always said that today
Is like tomorrow
Don’t sell it short for truth
I should have known should have known should have known now
I should have known I should have known by now
But everything’s coming up roses, coming up roses, coming up roses
But now everything’s coming up roses, coming up roses