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?
