can you keep a secret?

what a clever way
to hide the hidden
truth from you

come on baby,
you know who
I'm talking about

you couldn't risk
exposing us to foreign eyes.

but fuck those half-dozen skulls;
all boring like the rest of them

I want those wild eyes
and that
hair tossing in the
wind going 80' fast
nowhere,
anywhere.

we're gonna' smoke
and drink wine and
we'll see the grand canyon
and the alamo too

we'll sneak in the back,
and I'll be a Mexican Solider
and you can be Davy Crockett
and we'll shoot at each other
with the tips of our fingers

we'll fog up the windshield and drive
into the town knowing we got
away with murder.

it would all be so great,
if only you knew.

so stand next to me on a
dangerously narrow ledge and
I'll take care of the rest.

and remember,
no one can know I love you,
not even you.