Current location:	Talking Heads - No Compassion
Current mood:	drunk

Secrets Inside
thinking about how beautiful you are on an early friday morning
when i tried to replace you with cheap substitutes,
i saw your picture and remembered why you cost a little more.

your down tilt eyes are smug and stuck up
high in your head.
i want to bring you down where
your silly shortcuts and girltalk
don't go.

i'd like to kiss you sometime when you're seeing clearly
and i'm not afraid to be alone.
your hands are like a rollercoaster track,
up and down and over again,
i have dreams, darling,
where i fall off the car.


we drank all the brandy in one night
while you were out of town,
your woman fell asleep in a velvet coat-
she wrapped her young legs around a secret.

i knew the answer under the flap,
the envelope i saw through
with a hand on my forehead and a
forced smile in my face,
i danced like a whore because i though you were watching.

your legs are tapered candles,
you never leave and i wish,
i wish you would call me
when you really knew the dial well,
i wish you would follow me
when you really knew the smile well.

i shouldn't have said a word
but i'm so glad i did.