Private

(carly simon)



Can you be private when the juice is sweet

And the secret is crimson

Can you be quiet when my hands are heat

And the riptide rises?



Can you be blind and a beggar on your knees?

And live on our desire alone

Can you ride the tide in this insanity

And still keep as still as the shadows?



When the cry is so wide on the inside

When the truth jumps quick to the heart

When the wind or the stars are violent

Can you be silent?



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