secrets.

i want to tell a story from the end
start in the middle and work my way out
i want to tell you a little secret
but shh... don't tell a soul
if you do, i may weep a little

things, they're feeling so strange today
and i can't quite place a finger on the source

i remember a time when things were simple
uncomplicated and oh so free
consequences were out of reach
and we were havin' fun
these secrets are the things i crave

things, they're feeling so strange today
and i can't quite place a finger on the source

tripping through the dark with an expression
saying, 'just what's going on here?
my little friends, things just aren't the same.'
things have changed, there's too much fear
in the world today, we just don't want to hear
what's going on --- what's going on

things, they're feeling so strange today
and i can't quite place a finger on the source

but i have a feeling, it might just get worse
before it gets better, today
things, they're feelinng so strange

i could tell you a happy little secret
but i don't think i'm gonna'
little secrets are for little children
and i am not a little child anymore
i've got the worries of a little adult
and sometimes, it's so much easier to hide
from...

things, they're feeling so strange today
and i can't quite place a finger on the source

but i have a feeling it may get a little worse
keeping these little secrets hidden for too long
they're filling up and we're about to overflow

there once was a time when
things fit together so perfectly
i remember these times with a fond farewell
they're no longer here, and well...
i don't think they'll ever quite return
but hey, i'll sit here and make the best
of every little thing i've got to
make this world a little more beautiful

things, they're feeling so strange today
and i can't quite place a finger on the source
but i'm not going to let them, get any worse