The Secrets Sits Songtext
von Two Timer

Everyone has their own seat on the bus
And some people sit in the back
The angle of the be determines for me
Whether you lucky or out of the luck
Sometimes when you know less
You live longer and I guess
That′s the way it all should be
Knowledge is a bitch
Where does the secrets sits?
It's like a boulder and it crushes me

Hey! Mr. Handyman, want you grab my hand
Point me in the direction of where to go
I′ll confess everything, I do not really sing
I'm just making noises from my soul

I am trying to be cool, and follow just one rule
I'm always kinder then I feel
There′s no way for me, to say bubbles angrily
Especially when they′re real


But, you can't turn a no into a yes without a maybe in between
You can′t turn a no into a yes without a maybe in between

I had a dream with this invisible paint
But I've grown up, which way is back?
There′s a certain time when you cross a certain line
To put your dreams into the bag
Man is a slave to his possessions everywhere
Said the woodburner and that is fair
But I think it's nothing new, just wait a day or two
And someone will sell the air

But, you can′t turn a no into a yes without a maybe in between
You can't turn a no into a yes without a maybe in between

We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows
We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows
We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows
We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows