It's in a box and under the bed
Written on my lips, inside my head
It's at the end of the Golden Mile
Behind the sofa, playing on my smile,
It's floating away on a spiral breeze
Sinking to the bottom of the seven seas
Buried in the sand, X marks the spot
of the ****** mystery's secret plot
Beneath the floorboards, in my shoe
In the attic and the cellar too
It's under the mattress - it was above
My secret, ****, shameful love
Trying not to place the blame
For the love that dare not speak its name
The cinema inside's the only place to go
And I know that you've seen the show.