Lyrics TRC - London's Greatest Love Story

If you never tell that little white lie,
then that's one less thing that you have to remember.

If you never tell that little white lie,
then that's one less thing that you have to remember.
can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
that you ain't telling tales?
I can't, I've tried so hard,
but things ain't been the same since april,
since that day full of tears and never agains,
how many times has she heard were just friends?
who send texts with more than just a kiss on the end,
but those texts are deleted
so there ain't no chance of her catching me cheating,
believe she's the best thing
and i'l love her for life,
I'd be lost if she left me
and I don't wanna lie
but it's hard for me,
I'm in a catch 23,
'coz there's one more than two and in the middle it's me,
is it left?
is it right?
I mean I know that it's wrong,
and if she ever found out what i'm like shed be gone,
but she trusts me,
and that's what hurts me the most,
laying so close praying she'll never know,
where I go
when I'm gone,
what's been said and been done,
and how there'll always be another,
even if I love her,
I can't smother the flames
'coz the fire won't die,
it just burns away inside until I give into desire,
I'm a love struck liar,
burnt in the past so I keep her in the dark,

Given the chance could I go back,
and unbreak promises littered with mistakes,
'coz I'm telling her fiction
but facebook pics are making me the villain,
for testing waters where mermaids wait,
blowing hot and cold,
yeah they're hot for a day,
but what I'm left with is a keepsake,
as my love boat floats away.

At night I pray
that I can change my ways,
that these lips won't mutter another lie,
that when i look at her prettiest of features
that my conscience is as clear as the summer sky,
pray that I can put an end to her tears,
that her fears and her doubts are laid to rest,
our undoing was all my own doing,
love over lust is the hardest of tests.

Send text,
recieve text,
delete text,
do the same in case he checks your inbox,
don't complain if I don't pick up,
but don't you ever phone my house phone again.

When I've written down all I have to say,
I'll throw these sheets away
and take back confessions of dogs gone stray,
maybe you'd stay,
if I could look in your eyes,
and recite a lie of love untainted and tested time.
..of love untainted and tested time.