Riding on this know-how. Never been here before.

Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that’s ‘all!

Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape?

Surely, I’m no pioneer, constellations stay the same.

Just little bit of danger, when intriguingly, our little secret, trust that you trust me.

‘Cause no one will ever know, that this was happening.

So tell me why you listen, when nobody’s talking.

What is there to know?

All this is what is it.

You and me alone – sheer simplicity.