Odes to Joy

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.
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