Lyrics by Bernd Harmsen so what you do and what you tell are two different things what you remember and bring to mind can mean anything you're indecisive, leaving open which way you'll swing I guess your conscience is as black as a raven's wing it comes dripping from the ceiling it comes seeping through the floor the more you try to hide it the more you bring it to the fore so where you were and what you did is of no concern you expect that friends and lovers live with your sudden turns but I bet the day's not far that you will have to learn I see it coming that quite soon you'll get your fingers burned it comes leaking through the back wall it comes knocking at your door the more you try to hide it the more you bring it to the fore what you promise or claim to me it's all the same whatever you pledge to do I won't reach out to you you may hope to get off cheaply like it always worked before but the more you try to hide it the more you bring it to the fore
