At Last The Secret Is Out

At Last The Secret Is Out - Andreas Schnermann/Ingra Lühning

At last the secret is out

As it always must come in the end

The delicious story is ripe to tell

To the intimate friend

Over the tea-cups and into the square

The tongues has it's desire

Still waters run deep my dear

There's never smoke without fire

Behind the corpse in the reservoir

Behind the ghost on the links

Behind the lady who dances

And the man who madly drinks

Under the look of fatigue

The attack of migraine and the sigh

There is always another story

There is more than meets the eye

For the clear voice suddenly singing

High up on the convent wall

The scent of the elder bushes

The sporting prints in the hall

The croquet matches in summer

The handshake the cough

The kiss

There is always a wicked secret

A private reason for this

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na