Secrets - R-Three

You’re telling me all the news

that’s fit for me to know.

You’re asking me questions

when you know

where the answers go You’re giving me «choice»:

Right or Left, on the same

two-headed snake

while you cover up my voice

like ice on a frozen lake

Don’t tell me, I know

You’ve got secrets to keep

while we sleep

you’ll find us another cold war

that’s all about dreams

we don’t know that we’re working for

I dream at night

of four color lovers

in places I’ll never be.

I’m a star being born

between magazine covers

on the ready-to-wear high sea

it’s reality-ware TV!

Don’t mind me, I know

You’ve got secrets to tell…

like Hell!

you’ll promise a dream of relief,

of fame and wonder, but deliver

another

long hard road to grief

Don’t tell me you’ve got secrets to tell

you’re livin’in sin while we’re livin’in hell

fire in the kitchen is the secret you smell

in your fief, Thief!

We need relief, not this long hard road through a life of grief

Don’t leave me, I’ll go we’ve got secrets to keep

and we’ll sleep

and dream up another Cold War

about time,

and saving and taking

our ease

and all of the beautiful, fabulous things

we spend our lives

settling for