Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]

Don't tell your secrets to anyone

Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own

And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for it's return
And you will wish it were your own

But ideas that left never come back home

Don't tell your mother that you are afraid

Don't tell your lover that your heart might break
Don't tell your gods you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you

And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own

But gods that have left you will never grace your home

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]


Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable

As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad

And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home