There's no such thing as a secret spot
In this small town
Where strangers are just friends of friends
News travels faster than light
And in the dark
They'd all see us as we embrace
And before we'd even kissed
Word would have blossomed across the town

These people live for gossip
These people live for scandal
I don't want to service them
And their rotten needs
(By giving in to my own...)

There's no such thing as privacy
In the glare of all these eyes
Tacked onto busses, buildings, banks
Casually observing every single action
If you and I did dare to speak
We'd be captured, saved and dated
Before we'd even finished
In this mistrusting town

These people live for drama
These people bay for criminals
I don't want to fold to them
And their rotten needs
(By succumbing to my own...)

We cannot kiss in this post-code
We cannot push the slightest limit
There is no shade
There is no dark corner
We can dwell in
There is no blind spot
There are no closed eyes
In this paranoid town

Perhaps you could meet me
On a sea-front somewhere wet
And in the torrential rain
This country's eyes will be blinking
So furiously, that they don't see
The true, free love
That flows in us
And we may finally give in
And we may finally succumb
To our rotten needs
(Oh, And I can't wait...)

(2008)