Artist: bruce dickinson
Song: cyclops
Album: Balls To Picasso
Year: 1994
We all have secret lives
In our secret rooms,
Living in our movies,
humming our own tunes
Living life in camera,
When the night is closing dovn,
Sliding into darkness,
You could be like me
Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking
At the cameras eye?
Where are you staying?
Why are you Leaving?
We watch you breathing
through the cameras eye
We all make up our faces
The make up of the clown,
Happy leaving traces,
Of our childish background,
Pointing at the sky,
We can watch the stars
You think you're all alone,
But you never are
They ain't watching you,
They ain't watching you now,
They ain't watching you,
They ain't watching you now
Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking
At the cameras eye?
Political sleazes,
Sexual divas,
We watch your heart beat
Through the cameras eye.
