I guess you could say that I have lied to you

That I am guilty of having led you on

On and on in search of deeper meaning

For something you could put your finger on

Well I’ve been flying round with angels

But now I’m coming into land

And all the wisdom I have gathered

Has turned to dust in my hand

For I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

I’ve got absolutely nothing to declare

There’s no salvation in my pockets

No redemption up my sleeve

No spiritual formulas

But then no religious disease

So now love stands before you

Stripped of all its glory

Are you gonna bring me to my knees?

For I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

I’ve got absolutely nothing to declare

Look I don’t even speak your language

And the currency I have’s

Not worth a thing

So now Love stands before you

With nothing to bring

Will you still let me in?

Let the revelations begin!

But I took you for a ride

On a ghost train for excitement

Up and down a spiral tower

Left you scared to death

High on a Ferris Wheel

Then I let you down very slowly for power

Now all that’s left is a muddy field

And the sweet pink smell

From the web of my illusions

Hangs heavy in the air

And all you’ve got to show

For your great expectations

Is a polyester bear!

For I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare

(Come cross the border)

I’ve got absolutely nothing to declare

No more dark nights wrestling with demons

No more visions, no more dreams

No more ecstasy, no more despair

Just a lifetime working out what’s in between

I know I introduced you to the great philosophers

And they detained you for hours

Kept you intrigued with what they half believed

And that’s exactly how you were deceived

I took you on a tour of their fine stately home

Showed you their bed, showed you their throne

But their words have grown cold

And their ideas are old

And the peacocks have long since flown

So now Love stands before you

All on its own

With everything revealed

Why there would be no point

In trying to hide it any longer:

There was never anything concealed.

© Felicity Buirski 1986