We are always in line
We play by the rules of our fathers
We speak in riddles and rhymes
They're never gonna figure out
We race in the summertime hue
Move while the firelight's fading
Staging lines of our truce
They're never gonna figure out
Pull back the curtain
Put on our show
We're nothing in the open
Loving when the doors close
♪
This canvas of covers and sheets
We paint with our secret desires
The creases vanish with steam
They're never gonna figure out
Pull back the curtain
Put on our show
Nothing in the open
Loving when the doors close
♪
Move to the rhythm
Dance on our toes
Nothing in the open
Loving when the doors close
♪
Our mystic craving
Our thrilling lies
♪
Pull back the curtain
Put on our show
Nothing in the open
Loving when the doors close
♪
Move to the rhythm
Dance on our toes
Nothing in the open
Loving when the doors