SECRET INK

in the land of joy
when the night has come
we didn't wanna go home
we didn't wanna go

it reminds me how i thought
reminds me how i talked
under the darkness of the lamps
jumping over the fence

all the things they keep
under lock and key
you see clearly through them
you can see them clear

we signed our silent deal
written with secret ink
the faint wind moaned through the trees
the faint wind moaned through the streets