[00:12.93]At last the secret is out,
[00:16.19]As it always must come in the end,
[00:25.99]The delicious story is ripe to tell
[00:32.53]To tell to the intimate friend;
[00:39.08]Over the tea-cups and into the square
[00:42.48]The tongues has its desire;
[00:45.25]Still waters run deep, my dear,
[00:48.70]There's never smoke without fire.
[00:51.74]Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
[00:55.26]Behind the ghost on the links,
[00:58.18]Behind the lady who dances
[01:01.39]And the man who madly drinks,
[01:16.55]Under the look of fatigue
[01:19.37]The attack of migraine and the sigh
[01:29.40]There is always another story,
[01:32.59]There is more than meets the eye.
[01:42.33]For the clear voice suddenly singing,
[01:45.54]High up in the convent wall,
[01:49.14]The scent of the elder bushes,
[01:51.95]The sporting prints in the hall,
[01:55.18]The croquet matches in summer,
[01:58.75]The handshake, the cough,
[02:03.08]The kiss, the kiss, a kiss
[02:09.12]There is always a wicked secret,
[02:12.15]A private reason for this.