What makes this place different from all the places we have I smell the reborn earth in the noisy air A special kind of one and something going to fall Who am i to make a crowd out of moving people I don't look like the rest and they don't look like each other We are all dead fishes in a bowl We are just so easy to laugh at What makes this place sounds so true And fight like a red bull? Knee high boots and a short (umbrella?) Somethings gonna fall Someone's gonna loose something Someone's gonna loose someone Somethings gonna happen Never gonna guess from the start Someone's gonna loose something Someone's gonna loose someone Somethings gonna happen Never gonna guess from the start Cuz someone's gonna loose something Someone's gonna loose someone Somethings gonna happen Never gonna guess from the start Someone's gonna loose something Someone's gonna loose someone Somethings gonna happen Never gonna guess from the start So how can a secret be a lie? How can a lie look like the truth? How can that just truth be a shadow? A shadow to the secret. So how can a secret be a lie? How can a lie look like the truth? How can that just truth be a shadow? A shadow to the secret.