So he knows something you don't,
Five little secrets whispered
Oh, and you had something to say
But the people were our peasants
So you walked away from this avalanche
And left them for dead.
They were our messengers and this is what they said:
"I don't think you're ready yet."
She thinks I'm drunk but I'm not,
There are just so many reasons we can't get caught
And the sound of the shot is the
Sound of her heartstrings pulling taut
Oh, it's scandalous, these tales of woe,
These are the memories and this is how they go.
I don't think we're in control.
But it's okay 'cause no-one's going to listen to a word that you say,
They read your body language and think everything's okay,
Now the penny's dropped, the past is slain
The rhythm of your pulse triggers action in your brain.
So even as I talk to you these memories will fade,
Spirited away in a slick, darn raid
But I never met a man who regrets the way he felt
When your eyes first met, and your heart began to melt.
If only your eyes replaced the fear,
And not the memory of the past few years.
And now everything's fine, only happy endings all the time
And we're getting you help.
And everyone we know is doing well,
Until the curtain drops, it's all a show.
These are professionals and this is all they know.
I don't think we're in control.
But it's okay 'cause no-one's going to listen to a word that you say
They read your body language and think everything's okay
Now the penny's dropped, the past is slain
The rhythm of your pulse triggers action in your brain.
So even as I talk to you these memories will fade,
Spirited away in a slick, darn raid.
But I never met a man who regrets the way he felt
When your eyes first met, and your heart began to melt.