No One The Wiser by Walkabouts
our healin' mark was reached
above this floodlit street
beneath a sliver moon
undone
leaning with intent to fall
your gaze a perfect blade
my hand, a shadow
drawn
These secrets come and go
but every secret knows
it's better to ravish
than to hold
are we right back where we were?
or just right where we are?
can't see it for the stars
but we'll know it when it's gone
No one the wiser
No one the wiser
the healin' deals been struck
pain is shit-out-o'-Iuck
neither one of us, too tired to love
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