A moving stream of information
That is floating on the wind
The secrets never end.
That is floating on the wind
The secrets never end.
The secret messages are calling to me endlessly
They call to me across the air
The messages across the atmosphere
They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere
Those secret messages that spill into the air from far away
So far away
A flowing river of illusion running with confusion
Never gone - it goes on and on
© Electric Light Orchester - Secret Messages
