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I have a working title, but not a real title for this text/sketch. These were the first lines that I had come up with:

it comes dripping from the ceiling
it comes seeping through the floor
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore


I decided to keep them as chorus, but modify the following choruses a bit, keeping only the last two lines. During the afternoon I also added two verses and a bridge:

so what you do and what you tell are two different things
what you remember and bring to mind can mean anything
you're indecisive, leaving open which way you'd swing
I guess your conscience is as black as a raven's wing

it comes dripping from the ceiling
it comes seeping through the floor
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore

so where you were and what you did is of no concern
you expect that friends and lovers live with your sudden turns
but I bet the day's not far that you will have to learn
I see it coming that quite soon you'll get your fingers burned

it comes leaking through the back wall
it comes knocking at your door
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore

what you promise or claim
to me it's all the same
whatever you pledge to do
I won't reach out to you

you may hope to get off cheaply
like it always worked before
but the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore