Going to Malibu

When we meet on neutral ground,

I can't belive how good you look.

And the thoughts that race around my mind,

Fill a long unreadable book and

I can feel the waves,

I can sense the continents eroding,

You say you know why i called you here,

But you couldn't have any way of knowing, so

That's not true.

That's a mean thing to say.

That's a damnable lie.

That's a damnable lie.

Looking at you, and i don't know

What it is i see

And i know you're changing, almost indetectably.

And i see a ship off the shore

And i imagine it sinking.

And you smile and you say that you know

What it is that i'm thinking.

That's not true.

That's a rotten thing to say.

That's a damnable lie.

That's a damnable lie