The flash is on, the talk of Mont BernardnThe hilltop was, adorned with lightning boltsnThe ears of corn, can hear your every wordnAnd I’m amazed, at how I still can’t see through the dirtnnSecrets, smoke and mirrors oceannNever ever help me feel enoughnnI know you’re an actress, but please don’t make a scenenMy paper words, for your paper self esteemnThe meteors, are falling down like rainnIt’s beautiful to fall in love, with ourselves againnnSecrets smoke and mirrors oceannNever ever help me feel enoughnSecrets smoke and mirrors oceannNever ever help me feel enoughnnOoohn