Secret heart, what are you made of?. What are you so afraid of?. Could it be three simple words. Or the fear of being overheard? What's wrong?. . Let her in on your secret heart.
He don't know how to lie. Or undermine you. He don't know how to steal. How to deal or deceive. So leave him alone, set him free. . 'Cause he's speaking with the angel.
I woke up on Galbraith Street. Where the houses stood like twins. Oh and even though the door's been closed. I can find a way to get back in. . For in daydreams my mind returns.
First chance I get I'm gonna write you a letter. And tell you everything I'm feeling. First chance I get I'm going to make it better. Then we can both start healing.
I can't understand this sadness here. Sorrow's rolling in, from where's unclear. But I know there's a reason for all these blues. So I'm off to find the words we never use.
A day is long, many hours to fill. But it's alright if we let a few minutes spill. Where's the crime in wasting time with you?. . Don't have to run when the pistol's fired.
There's a rhythm under the song. And it beats for the old and the young. And it pounds in the back of the sun. It's the sound of one drummer, one drum.
More than once around. More than once so near. Left standing here to witness. Summer blowing town. . But it all works out. In it's own sweet time. What comes to mind is forgiveness.
Several miles have come between. All for the best it seems. And just in case you're listening to this song. I will make it clear that I still love you.
In place of a brick wall you made a window. In place of a dark hall you painted a mural. Where there was only weeds you raised a garden. And if I've failed to notice I'm sorry darling.
Secret heart, what are you made of?. What are you so afraid of?. Could it be three simple words. Or the fear of being overheard?. . What's wrong?. Let him in on your secret heart.