The sound of the raindrops,
Dark clouds cover the stars and the moon,
But the moon insist to shine its reflected light,
Maybe its telling that we're not alone.
2 lies and 1 fact,
Lies making the fact disguisable,
But the fact stays there as a sign of honesty.
Maybe the act of being honest has gone in this generation,
And maybe I tell lies too,
It looks like what Billy Joel said was true.
Such a lonely word,
Everyone is so untrue.