The Truth - Christian Kjellvander

Be not so pure man

Be not so sure man

You’ve been here for long enough to know

Be not so old man

And be not so cold man

Cause the winter’s coming and you ought to know

There is no ocean

Big enough to hold it down

No there ain’t enough warmth dear

In this cold forsaken town

I’ve been getting to leaving

Don’t you know that I love you most

I just need a little mystery

Like the misty Oregon coast

Be not so love all

Be not so trouble

You’ve been here for long enough to know

The sun also sets

So we’re bringing in the bets

And the winner’s coming but the running’s slow

For all the places that I can’t recall by name

And all the faces that have taken too much blame

I’ve been getting to leaving

I’ve been aching for holy smoke

I just need a little mystery

Like the misty Oregon coast

It is a wonder the buildings fear of death can raise

It is a wonder the fools fear of death can praise

I’ve been getting to leaving

I’ve been aching for holy smoke

I just need a little mystery

Like the misty Oregon coast