Into: everything is beautiful, cotton fields, the open road. the radio plays a song we both know we don't sing along. la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies Verse 2: words can be daffodils or a fire in an open field I'm sittin here in the ash these stupid words I can't take back la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies Bridge there's a devil on my shoulder baby oohooh and i believe too many things he says yeah yeah yeah I'm fighting these fears as i find them true and I'm sorry for hurting you la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies la la la la la la la these little lies