Music: Gert Wijnalda
Lyrics: Gert Wijnalda
Album: After The Fire
You see him standing in the doorway
Two little children right in front of him
And his loving wife as always beside him
Always behind him
You see her standing on the doorstep
Crying all the time
Her tears are rolling over her cheek
Rolling like thunder, rolling like lighting
You know that someday she’ll see he’s a liar
Someday she’ll see he’s a fraud
Oh, and one day he’ll see that he’s drowning
Sinking deeper and deeper in his own sea of tears
You see him dancing at the party
With his new found girl hanging on his arm
And his so-called friends as always around him
Always surround him
You know that someday they’‘ll see he’s a liar
Someday they’ll see he’s a fraud
Oh, and one day he’ll see that he’s drowning
Sinking deeper and deeper in his own sea of tears
Come on
No one like him would really be honest
No one like him can really be trusted
No one like him deserves to get respect no more
No one like him can really be different
Someday …
