The Folly Of Pretending Songtext
von Matt Holubowski

Everywhere I go, they struggle
Hustle, selling clothes
Peddling toys that glow
And roses to the garish ghosts

But I don′t really think you know

That all the verdant hills,
The emerald green, conceal all the ills that I might have seen
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees
I′m behind it hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies

I don't really think you know
That the folly of pretending
Is faultier than being wrong.


And as you wake, the golden dew
Rose from the lake to envelop you
Oh, the truths you're hiding in the haze
I′m caught in it, gone without a trace
Gone without a trace

I don′t really think you know

I don't really think you know
That the folly of pretending
Is faultier than being wrong

That the folly of pretending
Is faultier than being wrong

The blossoming fields,
The swooning streams, the eternal yield, that I′ll never see
Oh, the ill you're hiding with the trees
I′m behind it hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies
Hiding from enemies