These Lies

Written with Deborah Byrne

Grandpa was a loving man
He sat me on his knee
I remember how he’d brush my hair so tenderly
A fortunate and loving man
He whispered in my ear
This secret’s just between us when no one else is near

These lies brighter than sunlight
Fairy tales told in a dream
These old lies in a bedtime story
These lies have covered me

Summer’s sweet and budding fruit
Lies withered on the vine
And winter’s icy fingers have stolen what was mine
The stars are shining high above the snow upon the ground
Hold me close and let me know that new love comes around

These lies brighter than sunlight
Fairy tales told in a dream
These old lies in a bedtime story
These lies have covered me