One look sent knees to the ground
Young bloods can't be settling down
Young hearts need the pressure to pound
So hold me close, my baby
Don't lie, I want him to know
God's loves die young, is he ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a lifetime right in front of you
And everyone I know
Young turks, young Saturday nights
Young hips shouldn't break on the ice
Old flames, they can't warm you tonight
So keep it cool, my baby
Don't lie, I want him to know
Dial up, three rings and return him his gold
It's the last time running through snow
Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a headstone right in front of you
And everyone I know
Don't lie, I want 'em to know
God's love die young, are you ready to go?
It's the last time running through snow
'Cause the fire can't last and the winter's cold
I want to know, does it bother you?
The low click of a ticking clock
There's a lifetime right in front of you
And everyone I know
About This Song
"Don't Lie" is a contemplative indie rock track that explores the tension between youthful passion and the inevitable march of time, with Vampire Weekend examining mortality and the urgency of living authentically. The lyrics juxtapose images of young love and desire ("hold me close my baby") with darker meditations on death and time's passage, particularly in the haunting refrain about the "low click of a ticking clock." Musically, the song features the band's signature blend of indie rock with subtle Afrobeat influences, creating a dreamy yet melancholic atmosphere that perfectly complements the existential themes. The track stands out as one of Vampire Weekend's more introspective moments, capturing the anxiety of growing older while desperately clinging to youth's intensity and passion. It represents the band's evolution toward more mature songwriting on *Modern Vampires of the City*, balancing their characteristic literary wit with genuine emotional vulnerability about love, loss, and the weight of time.
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