Secondary Now

Born from burning vanity, playing on your insanity

Drawing in the voyeurs who’ve gone and made you their fantasy

All the sound is secondary now

As they queue and scheme to show you how

they want you love

Folded arms and gritted smiles, and it’s over all to soon

Emptier than the room is full, hide my eyes and flee the cold

All the sound is secondary now

As they queue and dream to show you how

they want you love

Oh, if in doubt I’ll hear you out