Текст James Reyne – No Secrets

I’ve seen all these faces
Between the mountains and the beach
Looking out for happiness
Well it’s out of reach

Cigarette boys
Like Evelyn Waugh
No smoke no fire
No good no more

No secrets
On the streets of shame
No worries
It’s the same old game
Give me a little love
Give me your name
No secrets
On the streets of shame

Thinking you’re a wild man
With your uncombed hair
You float on magic cushions
Like you don’t care
Said the monkey to the walrus
Have you dug the spill
A real diamond earring
That you bought on Sugar Hill

Gonna climb a little mountain
Gonna scoot the ridge