Thieves

There's thieves among us, painting the wall
with all kinds of lies, the lies I never told at all
What's in my pocket? You never knew
You didn't know me well, so well as I knew you

And I know, and you know too
that love like ours is terrible news
but that won´t stop me crying
no, that won't stop me crying over you

I'm not a prophet, olod love is mine
New love just seeps right in,
and makes me guilty
Why do you look like that? It's not all that bad
I'll see you sometime, sometimes lonely isn't sad

And I know, and you know too
that love like ours is terrible news
but that won´t stop me crying
no, that won't stop me crying over you We two are makers, just made this mess
two broken hearts don't broke any less
There's thieves among us, painting the walls
Whit all kinds of lies, the lies I never told at all

And I know, and you know too
that love like ours is terrible news
but that won´t stop me crying
no, that won't stop me crying over you