VERSE 1:
I can travel by train to where the railway ends
Perhaps to Capetown, perhaps to Athens
But I can never get into an unknown place
Cuz the Satellite and Google maps don’t leave any blank space
If I were a Pussycat I’d get under the queen’s chair
But I’m no Pussycat, I’m Catherine, and the Mouse isn’t there
However … wherever I go, wherever I fly
Sure I’ll find some Coca-Cola and a cheap Wi-Fi…
VERSE 2:
I can go to Tokyo, to Paris, to Kolkata, to LA
I can lose my identity, but you’ll find my mobile anyway;
I can ride my bike to where the last road fades
But that place will have its topographical names
Our psychic’s explored, our myths are detected
Our fears are observed, our demons elected
We know so much our dreams and beliefs decrease
Oh I wish I could die of an unknown disease
BRIDGE:
I just want to hold my secrets
And I want you dream your dreams…
HOOK:
No more mystery
No more misery
No more secrets behind the veil
Everything unexpected is suddenly to no avail
VERSE 3:
We’re all god’s children in a goddamn secure world;
We’re social network nonsense; we’re smart and absurd
Our fingerprints are everywhere; got nothing to hide
Save our predictable fears inside and the parade outside
No blanks on our maps, no baits in our traps
Armies and bombs that don’t guard our backs…
We classified our bodies and classified our minds
We left ourselves no place to run to from our classified frights
VERSE 4:
I can go to New York, to London, to Barcelona, to Prague
Doesn’t really matter do I crawl or walk
Doesn’t really matter what time of year
Doesn’t matter do I feel and look a little queer
It makes no great difference am I a girl or a boy
No matter what I suffer and what I enjoy
However … wherever I go, wherever I fly
Sure I’ll find some Coca-Cola and a cheap Wi-Fi…
BRIDGE:
I just want to hold my secrets
And I want you dream your dreams…
HOOK:
No more mystery
No more misery
No more secrets inside your head
All our dream-boys and knights deposed and long dead
Nothing magical
Nor fantastical
Nothing non-anatomized in bed
Show-off romances, psycho tested love takes place instead
MIDDLE:
We need some blanks inside…
We need some blanks outside …
I don’t wanna lose my secrets
(don’t want you know everything about me)
(don’t want to know everything about you)
I don’t wanna fake my dreams
HOOK:
No more mystery
No more misery
No more secrets inside your head
All our dream-boys and knights deposed and long dead
No more mystery
No more misery
No more secrets behind the veil
Everything unexpected is suddenly to no avail
OUTRO:
I don’t wanna lose my secrets
I don’t want you lose your dreams…
Dreams…