Schwa Lyrics

Secret Teller

Lyricist: Ed McGee
Vocalist: Ed McGee

She says, "I don't care about the breeze,
I don't care if it's only 32 degrees!"
And she comes gliding down the hall
wearing her favorite green camisole.
	She sits by the fire and curls up her toes
	with sweet potpourri in an old wooden bowl.
	She closes her eyes and the stars make a rose
	and whispers a secret so the petals unfold:
 "Birth to the hopeful, strength to the bold."

She says, "you better hurry up and wait,"
and her lips make a smile that intoxicates.
She says, "the sky tonight is mine!"
I say, "I would wait faster, but we'd run out of time."
	She takes me outside and we sit on the deck,
	her chestnut-brown hair falls aside of her neck.
	We become world, world becomes speck,
	and she whispers a secret too soft to detect:
"Lifelines divide more than lives intersect."

I say, "I've been lonely, I've been cold
and I've been gone for good.
Secret teller, whisper, will you,
whisper what you would."

And she holds her hands to the sky
and shouts out loud,
"This is mine!  My design!"

I say, "these northern lights just blow my mind!"
She responds without turning, just laughter divine.
I see a gigantic arc of white 
and occasional rays of a brilliant light.
	She turns to me now and I understand why
	only her green camisole could suffice.
	I see that she solely possesses this sky
	and this time her secret, she's whispering twice.
She says, "these northern lights, they're just sunshine on ice,
for the love of your mother, a simple device,
lighting the heavens, sunshine on ice,
witness this, lover, a clever device."

I say, "I've been lonesome, I've been cold
and I've been gone for good.
Secret teller, whisper, will you,
whisper what you would."