Secret meetings forge ahead
Making plans for some tomorrow
And opposition intervenes
In the form of youth and passion
The brows are frowning
It's a risky affair
'Til tongues conclude, the same old fashion
we're left until we're drowning.
Slip away and make plans of our own
Slip away and make plans of our own
Won't someone tell us, what's going on.
Strangers turned a blind eye
They didn't want to know the truth
While others search for missing answers
And venturing too far away-
The fools are laughing
It's a secret affair
We'll take whatever comes our way
'Cause we're not afraid of dying
What's going on?
What is going on?
What's going on - what's going on
What's going on - what's going on
What's going on?
