Love Hate Relationship, Vol III: Edge Play · Track 3 · middle
Public Display
Exhibitionism — the thrill is inseparable from the fear of getting caught; 'flash mob of one, the naked truth'.
Lyrics
[Intro] Step into the light. [Verse 1] Let’s leave the heavy velvet drawn a fraction of an inch The skyline's looking striking from the middle of the bench I dropped my formal layers by the open balcony door The streetlamp's sweeping over us, a shadow on the wood We’re putting on a gallery for anyone who could Look up and catch the scandal of a silhouette unlaced A momentary monument to absolute good taste [Chorus] Oh, it’s a public display We’re putting all our quiet little secrets on parade A flash mob of one in the pale moonlight Hoping that the neighbors get a hell of a fright The panic is the match and the thrill is the flame It’s a beautiful night to be losing the game [Verse 2] It’s 11:42 and the avenue is clear I’m stepping past the boundary of what is proper here The glass is looking delicate, the atmosphere is grand I’m giving them a masterpiece they might not comprehend A sudden gasp, a turning head, a whisper down the hall The terror of the consequence is why I heed the call If nobody is watching, then the canvas is just blank I need a little danger just to put it in the bank [Chorus] Oh, it’s a public display We’re putting all our quiet little secrets on parade A flash mob of one in the pale moonlight Hoping that the neighbors get a hell of a fright The panic is the match and the thrill is the flame It’s a beautiful night to be losing the game [Bridge] Caught in the headlights A deer with a grin I’m wearing the weather, I’m shedding the spin The naked truth shivers when the autumn wind blows But the rush of the risk is the best thing I chose [Chorus] Oh, it’s a public display We’re putting all our quiet little secrets on parade A flash mob of one in the pale moonlight Hoping that the neighbors get a hell of a fright The panic is the match and the thrill is the flame It’s a beautiful night to be losing the game [Outro] Leave the blinds up. Let the rumors fly. The unvarnished truth looks better when it catches the eye. Yeah, just let them stare until they figure it out... or honestly, I don't care if they never do.