You can't admit what you've been hidin' from So you sit up and mug for the camera But you start to fade away So you creep out of the frame To look for the real thing That's when you start the old Buick With no headlights To leave through this Will the genius of evil guide your heart? Or are you lying? Stripped as you are Yeah, you are Yeah, you are ♪ No consolation From the daylight Your hand in his hand Put your hand in his hand Your hand in his hand No consolation From the daylight Your hand in his hand Put your hand in his hand Your hand in his hand No consolation (ooh) No consolation (ooh) No consolation (ooh) No consolation From the daylight