The Misunderstand You could talk alone You could lie along your life... like a soliloquy You could try at once get drunk like a dunce once in a while... so you might sing like a ventriloquy And everything you say, everything you fake is turning back like a boomerang Somehow fragmented sentences come to you In a rare commotion, I told no lies, just opinions and half-truths As in the bible use your judgment as you can The harder you try to explain, the worse it gets, this misunderstand