Looking for the secret letters
No one dares to spell
Smiling faces seem to have them
It's easy to pretend
You paint the letters just to see them
Melt inside your hand
Always on their way to absence
Hiding in a well
What happened to those secret letters?
What have they become?
What happened to the sound of choices?
Who knows? Anyone?
I know there is a letter stealer
With a selective taste
He always takes away the finest
Words that leave no trace
He steals the sound of our choices
Locks it in a case
The keeper stands before my eyes
But he has no face
What happened to those secret letters?
What have they become?
What happened to the sound of choices?
Who knows? Anyone?