I can see the golden sprinter
Covering the line with feathers
Oh, take me to your best kept secret

I'll choke a cartoon
I'll rattle a bud till it blooms
Oh, such thankless treatment

I can see the old eye open
Rolling at a pre-made moment

Focus has not been the same
Since I gave it such rave notice

I colored your mane
He'll do what he did in the rain
Nature called it by its name

I can see the hunted splinter
Doubled over at the interplay
Nature called it by its name

Hopeless
I never knew your best kept secret
Hopeless
I never knew your best kept secret
Hopeless
I never knew your best kept secret