Bon idée
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, loveLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secrets to anyoneBecause ideas are vulnerableAs soon as you say your idea out loudThen it can go and live on its ownAnd you will miss it oh so muchAnd you will wait for it's returnAnd you will wish it were your ownBut ideas that left never come back home
Don't tell your mother that you are afraidDon't tell your lover that your heart might breakDon't tell your gods you no longer believeBecause as soon as you say it out loud they will leave youAnd you will miss them oh so badAnd you will wait for their returnAnd you will wish they were your ownBut gods that have left you will never grace your home
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, loveLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secrets to anyoneBecause ideas are vulnerableAs soon as you say your ideas out loudThen they can go and live on their own without youAnd you will miss them oh so badAnd you will wait for their returnAnd you will wish they were your ownBut ideas that left will never come back home