In My Secret Life

If I wait Don’t move a muscle Maybe somehow a spark will strike It’s been a long night So sincere But the message is still a struggle Knives with which we juggle While we jump through fire So maybe I’ll move on and make a mistake And see if my earth-quakes Chorus This is the love I’m frightened of Doesn’t come with a leaflet that says how to keep it This is the love that can’t be seen No detailed instructions or Japanese symbols like you find on a washing machine Slow me down Apply some gentile pressure And maybe somehow a spark will strike I hope it might One is best But lacking in conversation Safe but no relation To the warmth you give So maybe I move on and make a mistake And see if my earth-quakes Chorus This is the love I’m frightened of Doesn’t come with a leaflet that says how to keep it This is the love that can’t be seen No detailed instructions… This is the love I’m frightened of This is the love I’m frightened of