VER 1:

I can travel by train to where the railway ends

Perhaps to Capetown, perhaps to Athens,

But I can never get into an unknown place,

Cuz the Satellite and Google maps don’t leave any blank 

space. 

If I were a Pussycat I’d get under the queen’s chair,

But I’m no Pussycat, I’m Catherine, and the Mouse isn’t 

there.

However … wherever I go, wherever I fly

Sure I’ll find some Coca-Cola and a cheap Wi-Fi…



VER 2:

I can go to Tokyo, to Paris, to Kolkata, to LA,

I can lose my identity, but you’ll find my mobile 

anyway;

I can ride my bike to where the last road fades,

But that place will have its topographical names.

Our psychic’s explored, our myths are detected, 

Our fears are observed, our demons elected,

We know so much our dreams and beliefs decrease, 

Oh I wish I could die of an unknown disease.



BRIDGE:

I just want to hold my secrets,

And I want you dream your dreams…



CHOR1:

No more mystery,

No more misery,

No more secrets behind the vale,

Everything unexpected is suddenly to no avail.



VER3:

We’re all god’s children in a goddamn secure world;

We’re social network nonsense; we’re smart and absurd.

Our fingerprints are everywhere; got nothing to hide

Save our predictable fears inside and the parade 

outside.

No blanks on our maps, no baits in our traps,

Armies and bombs that don’t guard our backs…

We classified our bodies and classified our minds,

We left ourselves no place to run to from our 

classified frights.



VER4:

I can go to New York, to London, to Barcelona, to 

Prague,

Doesn’t really matter do I crawl or walk,

Doesn’t really matter what time of year,

Doesn’t matter do I feel and look a little queer,

It makes no great difference am I a girl or a boy,

No matter what I suffer and what I enjoy

However … wherever I go, wherever I fly

Sure I’ll find some Coca-Cola and a cheap Wi-Fi…



BRIDGE:

I just want to hold my secrets,

And I want you dream your dreams…



CHOR2:

No more mystery, 

No more misery, 

No more secrets inside your head,

All our dream-boys and knights deposed and long dead.

Nothing magical,

Nor fantastical,

Nothing non-anatomized in bed,

Show-off romances, psycho tested love takes place 

instead.



MID:

We need some blanks inside…

We need some blanks outside …

I don’t wanna lose my secrets, 

(don’t want you know everything about me)

(don’t want to know everything about you)

I don’t wanna fake my dreams.



CHOR3:

No more mystery, 

No more misery, 

No more secrets inside your head,

All our dream-boys and knights deposed and long dead.

No more mystery,

No more misery,

No more secrets behind the vale,

Everything unexpected is suddenly to no avail.



CODA:

I don’t wanna lose my secrets, 

I don’t want you lose your dreams… 

Dreams…