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SECRETS & LIES/Cracks on Your Screen


tell me your secrets, tell me your lies
Tell me the things you should hide, but don’t even try…
show me the picture you take all the time
The one where the world is a dream as it’s seen through your eye
And it’s all, right there in your hands
Your past, your prayers and your plans…
in some modern dance
Is your life enhanced?
it’s not what it seems
it’s not just a dream
you could be anywhere
you could be anything… oooh…
turn out the lights
and what do you see?
Is there anything left
connects you to me…
is there anybody there???

After all we’ve dreamed 
Behind all these scenes
Is that all we’ve been 
Just cracks on your screen?

decipher the meaning, in all that you find 
Discerning deceiving misleading all in your own time…
when the facts are all fractured and truth is misheard
the news is a feed that you read of just so many words…
is it worth every second glance
When the world could slip through your hands
In some glistening trance,
Is your life enhanced…?
is it not what it seems
isn't life just a dream
When you could be anyone,
you could be anything… oooh…
is it not what it seems
is it not just a dream
When you could be anywhere
you could be anything… oooh…
turn out the lights
and what do you see?
Is there anything left
to connect you to me?
Is there anybody there?

After all we’ve seen
Behind all these scenes
Is that all we’ve been
Just cracks on your screen?

tell me your secrets, tell me your lies
Tell me the things you should hide, but you don’t even try…

Cracks On Your Screen

A ginnel is a passageway between red brick terraced houses, specifically in Yorkshire, where I grew up. The ones near where I lived had peculiar sound reflections that always fascinated me when I was little. Macalla is Irish Gaelic for echo, in a nod to my Irish roots…

Cracks On Your Screen

Ginnel Macalla