When she goes, she's gone
If she stays, she stays here
The girl does what she wants to do
She knows what she wants to do
And I know I'm faking it
I'm not really making it
I'm such a doubious soul
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down
Tangled in the fallen vines
Picking up the punch lines
I've just been faking it
Not really making it
Is there any danger?
No, no not really
Just lean on me
Taking time to treat
Your friendly neighbours honestly
I've just been faking it
Faking it
Not really making it
This feeling of faking it
I still haven't shaken it
Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor
Look at me
Good morning, Mr. Leitch
Have you had a busy day?
I own the tailor's face and hands
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm faking it
Faking it
I'm not really making it
This feeling of faking it
I still haven't shaken it
Shaken it
I know I'm faking it
I'm not really making it