The secret life of Arabia Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green
I was running at the speed of life Through morning's thoughts and fantasies Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green
The secret life of Arabia Never here never seen Secret life ever green
The secret life of Arabia You must see the movie the sand in my eyes I walk through a desert song when the heroine dies
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again Listen Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it See You're such a wonderful person But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh I'll never touch you
You're just a little girl with grey eyes Never mind, say something Wait until the crowd cries Oh, wait until the crowd cries You're just a little girl with grey eyes
So deep in your room, you never leave your room Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me Talking through the gloom What in the world can you do What in the world can you do I'm in the mood for your love For your love For your love For your love
Oh
I'm just a little bit afraid of you Cause love won't make you cry But, wait until the crowd goes Oh, Wait until the crowd goes I'm just a little bit afraid of you
So deep in your room, you never leave your room Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me Talking through the gloom What in the world can I do What in the world can I do I'm in the mood for your love For your love For your love
Oh, what you gonna say? Oh, what you gonna do? Ah, what you gonna be?
To be real me, to the real me Under the cool, under the cool and under having a ball What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh
Ahhh... Ahhh... Doo, doo, doo, do-doh Doo, doo, doo, do-doh Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound and vision Blue, blue, electric blue That's the colour of my room Where I will live Blue, blue Pale blinds drawn all day Nothing to do, nothing to say Blue, blue I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into my solitude, over my head Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound and vision
Every chance, every chance that I take I take it on the road Those kilometers and the red lights I was always looking left or right Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Jasmine, I saw you creeping As I pushed my foot down to the floor I was going 'round and 'round the hotel garage Must have been touching close to 94 Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector Layin' on 'lectric dreams
[Chorus] So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
[Chorus x 3] Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.)