Carptree The Secret
Trifle and mundane
A secret that is hardly worth its name
There are no sordid lies,
There is no crime, no guilt, and no shame.
Unspeakable is something you can’t say.
(The truth is no one cares but you, no one cares but
you)
Nothing to detect.
There is no information to protect.
Nothing awful to cause anger in a crowd
or cause whispers or turn heads
or force old friends to turn their backs and leave
All because you made it so
I want to talk oh I’d like to talk
But never about this
I will never ever mention
Never about this
Not one word will cross my lips
Never about this
I shall stay forever silent
Never about this, never about this
Everybody knows
But no one knows that it's a secret too.
You know I know you do.
It’s only a secret to you
It's a secret only because you made it so
All because you made it so
I want to talk oh I’d like to talk
But never about this
I will never ever mention
Never about this
Not one word will cross my lips
Never about this
I shall stay forever silent
Never about this, never about this
Predetermined speeches, expositions and productions of
evidence.
You overflow with words
To turn this secret into both
A monster and insignificant
All because you made it so
I want to talk oh I’d like to talk
But never about this
I will never ever mention
Never about this
Not one word will cross my lips
Never about this
I shall stay forever silent
Never about this, never about this
