Run the two of them together and a cold thing comes to lightTheir stories don't just clash, they clash in a coordinated fightHe knew that he was coming, and he knew that he'd be filmedAnd the surprise on both their faces was the only thing that's killedYou thought the lie was one of them, just one of three to findBut lay the men beside each other, and they lied of the same mindBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me notTwo truths and a lie, and the men were both the plotShe was telling the truth, her silence was the proofThe lie was two men playing wronged to the eye up on the roofBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me notThe rehearsed line and the matching threads, the angle and the timeThey don't add up to cheating, they add up to a crime of mimeTwo performers in a flower field competing for the shotAnd the one who wouldn't act for it was the only truth they gotYou thought the lie was one of them, just one of three to findBut lay the men beside each other, and they lied of the same mindBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me notTwo truths and a lie, and the men were both the plotShe was telling the truth, her silence was the proofThe lie was two men playing wronged to the eye up on the roofBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me notShe wasn't the lie, she was the one true thing, and we all pressed play on herSo the mystery you came for, the cheater and the wrongedFalls apart in the gold light cause the framing was prolongedTwo truths and a lie was real, but the lie was double-wideIt was two men, not one, and the third of us never liedBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me notThe wronged-lover story was a part they both had boughtShe was telling the truth, but the tape's not finished hereThere's one more turn to come, one colder thing to make it clearBoth of them lied, he loves me, loves me not---
