Bon Idée
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secret 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 its 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 that 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
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secret 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
Buena idea
Amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
Amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
No le cuentes tu secreto a nadie
Porque las ideas son vulnerables
Tan pronto como dices tu idea en voz alta
Entonces puede irse y vivir por su cuenta
Y la extrañarás tanto
Y esperarás su regreso
Y desearás que fuera tuya
Pero las ideas que se van nunca regresan a casa
No le digas a tu madre que tienes miedo
No le digas a tu amante que tu corazón podría romperse
No le digas a tus dioses que ya no crees
Porque tan pronto como lo digas en voz alta te abandonarán
Y los extrañarás tanto
Y esperarás su regreso
Y desearás que fueran tuyos
Pero los dioses que te han dejado nunca volverán a tu hogar
Amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
Amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
No le cuentes tu secreto a nadie
Porque las ideas son vulnerables
Tan pronto como dices tus ideas en voz alta
Entonces pueden irse y vivir por su cuenta sin ti
Y las extrañarás tanto
Y esperarás su regreso
Y desearás que fueran tuyas
Pero las ideas que se han ido nunca regresarán a casa