See me in the bedroom You can only see me in the bedroom, bedroom See me in the bedroom, bedroom Why don't we turn off our phones for the weekend? Don't tell your friends that we haven't been sleeping 'Cause we're keeping it secret You can only see me in

I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours) I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I

So we wait beside the desert Nothing left to give away Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets Nothing left to do but pray You don't have to play the horses Life's a gamble all the same It don't take much to make you lose sight Of the object of the game Anyone

Now, if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything; And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jew'lry, baby; Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring. If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told. If I were a

You have the power to heal yourself All illness can be healed, the cell regenerates Disambiguated situation There is a secret code, the structure of the mind Flesh bodies mute and blinded roaming uncertain, lost Infected misinformed Releasing a black

I have finally found the way to live Everybody knows the score In the color of the Lord And I know I don't have much to give But I can open any door Everybody knows the secret Just like I never could before In the presence of the Lord Just like I never

It went right by me I was looking out the window I should have looked At your face instead At the time it went over my head Just another wall There should have been a moment When we let our barriers fall I never meant

My song of the end Take him back to Avalon Oh, I haven't been here for a while In blindness and decay The circle's been closed, now I've seen it all Listen crowd I'll tell you everything Though I have to say

Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that Baby that cap's for the feds That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga I don't give

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to