We met on open streets where
We both had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat when
You said "Oh, Billy I love you so"
Now, standing in the doorway
Did you ever think that we
Could look this old
Victims of the little white lies that we told

We didn't count tomorrows
We took what we could and ran
There was no time for sorrow
Every place you went I held your hand
And when the night closed in
I was sure your kisses told me
All I had to know
But they never whispered the little
White lies that we told

It was so good at the start
Nothing could ever pull it apart
Running hand in hand through the rain
But soon the heart break, soon the pain girl

There were no cold denials
Nobody really lied
It wasn't in the things we said girl
Just time spent, promises implied
And when it began to fall apart
Eaten quietly away from the inside
Bit by bit by those little white lies

Now standing in the doorway
Did you ever think
Ever think that we could look this old
Victims of the little white lies that we told
Now lying here in the dark
Did you ever think
Ever think that we could be this cold
Just as cold as the little
White lies that we told

Little white lies

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Writer(s): BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN