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