| Song | The Ghost Of A Thousand Little Lies |
| Artist | Asaf Avidan & the Mojos |
| Album | Poor Boy / Lucky Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You never get your hands covered in dirt | |
| You never get your heart covered in hurt | |
| Lean your cheep upon your hands – I'll be your glove | |
| I try to dress you up with my love | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes | |
| Take me to England cause I'm going slightly mad | |
| (nobody will notice I'm mad in England) | |
| You never get your hands covered in love | |
| Lean your cheek upon your hand – I'll be your glove. |
| You never get your hands covered in dirt | |
| You never get your heart covered in hurt | |
| Lean your cheep upon your hands I' ll be your glove | |
| I try to dress you up with my love | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my fingertips, and my eyes | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my fingertips, and my eyes | |
| Take me to England cause I' m going slightly mad | |
| nobody will notice I' m mad in England | |
| You never get your hands covered in love | |
| Lean your cheek upon your hand I' ll be your glove. |
| You never get your hands covered in dirt | |
| You never get your heart covered in hurt | |
| Lean your cheep upon your hands I' ll be your glove | |
| I try to dress you up with my love | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| You walk right through my walls | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my fingertips, and my eyes | |
| The ghost of a thousand little lies | |
| Is haunting my lips and my fingertips, and my eyes | |
| Take me to England cause I' m going slightly mad | |
| nobody will notice I' m mad in England | |
| You never get your hands covered in love | |
| Lean your cheek upon your hand I' ll be your glove. |