If I had something to hide

and wanted no-one to know

I’d lock it in

a prison of glass and stone

With a big wooden door to keep strangers away

Only open for an hour on quiet Sundays

I’d fill the place with uncomfortable chairs

So no-one would ever want to linger there

A secret club with secret words and signs

And a secret message you could never find

But this is no,

This is no secret message

If I knew the truth I’d write it on walls

I’d shout it from rooftops and just risk a fall

I’d lecture to crowds and whisper in ears

And use only words that were simple and clear

I’d smuggle the truth onto colour TVs

Onto FM radio and tapes and CDs

Put food on the table and invite people in

And we’d talk as we ate and have time to listen

This is no, this is no

This is no secret message

Secret message

© Glen Powell