Lyrics

Your truth is lying in the corner.
It's there behind the books and boxes in the dust.
It wasn't you were trying hard to hide it-
It just got covered up with years
Of tears and fears and lies and lust.

When you dropped it, you thought no one was looking.
You left it because you felt you must.
You glance at it now and then-
- trying to remember when
you last felt the magic of that
innocence and trust.

It's the hair of the dog.
It's a cat on a hot tin roof.
It's a mobius strip of paradise, your paradox of Truth.
Incongruent intervention is divine just the same.
It's a twist in the loop of sanity that's calling out your name.
In case you're looking for it between the fiction and the fact...
well the last time that I saw it, you were
keeping it under your hat.

It's a suit on a dog.
It's a hat on a hot tin roof.
It's a mobius strip of paradise, your paradox of Truth.
..and in case you're looking for it..
between the fiction and the fact...
well, the last time that I saw it, you were keeping it under your...
It's right there under your..
It's still there under your..
It's right there under your hat.