Slather down the railway line
They could never turn the time
But I don't think it's hard
Secrets in the fading light
Your deodorant's all bright
An d charity begins at night
But I don't think it's sad
I've been watching from the window
I've been watching from the door
If this is what you want,
Johnny always pushed in front,
but now poor Johnny's dead
I guess the moral is don't be
Secrets on the radar screen,
wonder where those dots have been
but don't you think it's odd?
Secrets in the afterglow,
soldiers aren't supposed to know
I've been hanging round in Brighton
I've been hanging round the pier
If this is what you want,
Screwed your head on back to front
I guess the moral is don't wear
Up and down the British Isles
Every time a shop girl smiles
Secrets that I can't reveal,
sorry but my lips are sealed
Feeling you the way I feel,
Secrets that you'll never see,
though you're sitting next to me
One where you can never be,
but I don't think it's odd
Secrets that you'll never know,
