We met on open streets
Where we both had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat
When you said, “Oh Billy, I love you so”
Now, standing in the doorway
Did you ever think that we could look this old?
Victims of the little white lies that we told

We did not count tomorrows
We took what we could and ran
There was no time for sorrow
Every place you went, I held your hand
And when the night closed in
I was sure your kisses told me all I had to know
But they never whispered the little white lies that we told

It was so good at the start
Nothing could ever pull it apart
Running hand in hand through the rain
But soon the heartbreak, soon the pain, girl

There were no cold denials
Nobody really lied
It wasn’t in the things we said, girl
Just time spent, promises implied
And when it began to fall apart
Eaten quietly away from the inside
Bit by bit by those little white lies
Now standing in the doorway
Did you ever think, ever think that we could look this old?
Victims of the little white lies that we told
Now lying here in the dark
Did you ever think, ever think that we could be this cold?
Just as cold as the little white lies that we told

Little white lies