Слова:
Dickinson Bruce Balls To Picasso

We all have secret lives In our secret rooms Living in our movies Humming our own tunes Living life in camera When the night is closing dovn Sliding

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh When I was younger I thought, I believed That to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner

You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules But you can't take a mother and give her back her son Hey

(woo, hey) Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow! [spoken:] With a sense of irony, everyone you see Is chasing their illusions Take a dive, or sink

For too long now There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness I was stumbling for the door To find

We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding

There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the thoat of your rival I've been taking my life

Here I sit Alone At a window The rain Falls down On the class In the cold All my life I've been waiting For a moment It never came Maybe never will Ah

With sense of irony - everyone You see is chasing their illusion Take a dive or sink or swim But in the end You're in the same pollution In your world