Secret Place

It was a crowded combustion
Rats tried to lead the way
Flames played in vacancies
Making the lines ridiculous

So save us with armies
Soldier or layman
I will climb out and wait for it
Making the best of everything

In a secret place
In the sand
With a fanlight on 
The outside thing
There's a secret enemy
Everytime
Indirect or right in the eye

It's like paintings of daughters
Steel and stone for a thousand miles
Only last night above you
Staring away like a telephone line

Old friends, Mexico
With no way to let you know
I will mail you a long note
Saying my here comes everything

CHORUS

Porters and gate men
Fly by without a sound
Carrying the serious
Bagging a lunch for tomorrow today

Crowing, one by one
Breaking like we're almost done
But the sad things in my life
Haven't begun to enable me

CHORUS