Regina Spektor - Bon Idee lyrics

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2] Don't tell your secrets to anyone Because ideas are vulnerable As soon as you say your idea out loud Then it can go and live on its own And you will miss it oh so much And you will wait for it's return And you will wish it were your own But ideas that left never come back home Don't tell your mother that you are afraid Don't tell your lover that your heart might break Don't tell your gods you no longer believe Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you And you will miss them oh so bad And you will wait for their return And you will wish they were your own But gods that have left you will never grace your home Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]