if you had the real thing how would you tell liars can say it all just as well every single word you ve heard in vain baubles of gold stars in your hair reflections that told you they were not there and the diamonds on your cheeks have turned to flames and up in the air they would write your name there but love would fall to pieces in the rain who would know better than you a hundred love letters and none of them true christina christina it s a wondrous world of ridiculous things with nothing so rare as the love that it brings in the silence of a smile that understands a piece of the action pieces of gold everyone s paid well and does what they re told for the simple daughter of a simple man and up in the air they would write your name there but love would fall to pieces in the rain who would know better than you a hundred love letters and none of them true christina christina christina christina