| Each summer we’d slumber in caravans |
| While our folks would drink casks and curse the sand. |
| I noticed him staring at the ceiling like Gene Vincent |
| Singing to a crowd |
| For a girl of 14 I thought I knew I would meet |
| Someone with a thought that was free of TV |
| Leering and affected just like Gene Vincent |
| Singin' to a crowd |
| Like he was barely allowed |
| I give you the last thing truly mine |
| But your secrets are safe with me |
| You can ignore now just what you swore |
| Your secrets are safe with me |
| So I’ll keep my love buried, but breathing |
| Your secrets are safe with |
| Ahh, they’re safe with me |
| Behind the tunes he looked in my eye |
| But did I want him to |
| Trusting his mistrust, but I was just another voice in the crowd |
| I’m hardly getting over it now |
| I give you the last thing that’s truly mine |
| But your secrets are safe with me |
| You can ignore now just what you swore |
| Your secrets are safe with me |
| So I’ll keep my love buried, but breathing |
| Your secrets are safe with |
| Ahh, they’re safe with me |
| You told me I felt like you own me |
| Now I care for nothing at all |
| What I gave you wasn’t a favour |
| Now I care for nothing at all |
| Didn’t trust nothing that much |
| Now I care for nothing at all |
| Now I care for, now I care for |
| Now I care for nothing at all |