Messenger - Blonde Redhead, David Sylvian

Stay still, be still

No wonder you are always lost if a messenger

You must be known then

With messages you must return

To be seen by demanding hands and touches of jealous men

Invisible and forgivable to all their secret hands.

Be it so quick don't run

Just walk and walk and walk

Don't lose yourself to decorate somewhere on your wall

Cause somewhere in your mind

You know you are doing fine holding

Secret hair locks you'll pluck before you'll hide.

So how can I keep anything to myself,

So how can I keep any of these to myself,

So how can I keep anything to myself...

Behind these clouds

I'm almost home.