Bon Idee

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

Don't tell your secrets to anyone

Because ideas are vulnerable

As soon as you say your ideas out loud

Then they can go and live on their own without 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 ideas that left will never come back home