Lyrics:

This is the eighth track off of Filter’s 1999 release “Title Of Record”
Come along, take a ride
Across the sky for an hour
Leave your mind, take your soul
Fill the hole with flowers
From the lake, through the trees
In the streets for the powder
In the creed, for the freeze
I gotta place for this power

'Cause I am a lie
'Cause I am a lie

I will lead you for a while
Take you place to place
Bring you to this pyre
See you face to face, mm, yeah

Come along to this flick
Take your sympathy with your symphony
See this dish, a wonderful wish
It's the perfect kiss, it's the real thing
See the pitch, it's the greatest of hits
It's the missing with the wishing
At least you caught a smile when you coughed awhile
When you did this kissing

'Cause I am a lie
'Cause I am a lie

I will lead you for a while
Take you place to place
Bring you to this pyre
See you face to face

I will lead you
I will lead you

See you face to face (Face to face)
See you face to face (Face to face)
Yeah, see you face to face (Face to face)
I'll see you face to face, yeah