truth hides under fallen rocks and stones

At the end of a disconnected phone (that's where the truth hides)

Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet

At the end of an unmarked street (that's where the truth hides)



Truth hides with the people written out of history

Black leaders and inventors whose names

Remain a mystery

Great women recorded on ripped out pages

Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces



Truth is lost in the mists of empty vision,

And found in the notebooks of those wrongfully imprisoned,

And in the evidence that was never brought to trial,

But not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile.



Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones

At the end of a disconnected phone (that's where the truth hides)

Truth hides at the end of an unmarked street

Stored (?) deep beneath your feet (that's where the truth hides)



Chorus (x2):

Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones

At the end of your line

Down an unmarked street

Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones

At the end of your line



Truth hides whenever we lose our focus

Slips out the back, quickly replaced by the bogus,

Fleeing soundbites disguised as facts

That reappear in the small print on every contract

Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror

In countless documents sent straight to the shredder

That might finally give us the whole of the picture

But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper

We know that truth will hide

Under fallen rocks and stones

At the end of a disconnected phone

Down an unmarked street

And buried deep beneath your feet



Chorus (x5):

Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones

At the end of your line

Down an unmarked street

Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones

At the end of your line.....