Nothing in the Open

We are always in line We play by the rules of our fathers We speak in riddles and rhymes They're never gonna figure out We race in the summertime hue Move while the firelight's fading Staging lines of our truce They're never gonna figure out Pull back the curtain Put on our show We're nothing in the open Loving when the doors close This canvas of covers and sheets We paint with our secret desires The creases vanish with steam They're never gonna figure out Pull back the curtain Put on our show Nothing in the open Loving when the doors close Move to the rhythm Dance on our toes Nothing in the open Loving when the doors close Our mystic craving Our thrilling lies Pull back the curtain Put on our show Nothing in the open Loving when the doors close Move to the rhythm Dance on our toes Nothing in the open Loving when the doors