in the secret

we name this place where light must come to fail
listen a while to all the stories bend
so much of every heart is here for sale

the pleasure comes all wrapped up in a bale
you do not know this or you just pretend
we name this place where light must come to fail

your inner child has not filled up the pail
another comes and then we have to send
so much of every heart is here for sale

this old burnt rag is hung up on the nail
a sort of flag to signify the end
we name this place where light has come to fail

other machines will climb down the old trail
all that is done does not on you depend
so much of every heart is here for sale

to end the process we wait for the gale
and when it comes we won't comprehend
we name this place where light must come to fail
so much of every heart is here for sale