| Song | Home Truth |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Goodbye Cruel World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Costello | |
| I hung up the phone tonight | |
| Just as you said I love you | |
| Once this would have been coincidence | |
| Now these things start to bother me | |
| You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
| And I close mine too | |
| But we didn't open them again | |
| Quite as wide as we should | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
| Or is it someone quite similar | |
| Who killed me with kindness last night | |
| Now do I look at all familiar? | |
| But none of these things seem to matter | |
| Since we've grown apart | |
| I'd put back the pieces of what's shattered | |
| But I don't know where to start | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| And I feel like a clown | |
| It's tearing me up | |
| It's tearing me down | |
| You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
| Well where do I begin? | |
| So I turn on the TV again | |
| And the world comes crashing in | |
| Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
| That is whiter than white? | |
| Is it the lies that I tell you | |
| Or the lies that I might? | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Costello | |
| I hung up the phone tonight | |
| Just as you said I love you | |
| Once this would have been coincidence | |
| Now these things start to bother me | |
| You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
| And I close mine too | |
| But we didn' t open them again | |
| Quite as wide as we should | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
| Or is it someone quite similar | |
| Who killed me with kindness last night | |
| Now do I look at all familiar? | |
| But none of these things seem to matter | |
| Since we' ve grown apart | |
| I' d put back the pieces of what' s shattered | |
| But I don' t know where to start | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| And I feel like a clown | |
| It' s tearing me up | |
| It' s tearing me down | |
| You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
| Well where do I begin? | |
| So I turn on the TV again | |
| And the world comes crashing in | |
| Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
| That is whiter than white? | |
| Is it the lies that I tell you | |
| Or the lies that I might? | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Costello | |
| I hung up the phone tonight | |
| Just as you said I love you | |
| Once this would have been coincidence | |
| Now these things start to bother me | |
| You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
| And I close mine too | |
| But we didn' t open them again | |
| Quite as wide as we should | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
| Or is it someone quite similar | |
| Who killed me with kindness last night | |
| Now do I look at all familiar? | |
| But none of these things seem to matter | |
| Since we' ve grown apart | |
| I' d put back the pieces of what' s shattered | |
| But I don' t know where to start | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| And I feel like a clown | |
| It' s tearing me up | |
| It' s tearing me down | |
| You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
| Well where do I begin? | |
| So I turn on the TV again | |
| And the world comes crashing in | |
| Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
| That is whiter than white? | |
| Is it the lies that I tell you | |
| Or the lies that I might? | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| This is where the home truth ends | |
| Chorus |