Compulsive Liars.

I never knew i was no lover,
until i walked a few miles alone, until i found a new home.
I never knew i was a wanderer,
until my feet got cold, until my bags were packed.
I never knew i was capable,
until i made gold from dust, until i stood in the waves.

I always knew i was a lover,
from the first time i picked you up, the first time i let it go.
I always knew i'd stay,
from the first time you almost left, the first time i felt at home.
I always knew i couldn't do it alone,
from the first time i slipped, the first time you picked me up.