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