Undercover (Live from the Barbican)

Don't trust the ones who love you
Cause if you love them back
They'll always disappoint you
It's just a matter of fact

Don't love the ones who trust you
It's just not in your heart
You're a teasing little twister and
They're dancers in the dark, oh but

I wish I had a lover who'd keep it undercover
We could live our dreams, we'd sail on golden wings
I wish I had a lover, someone who wouldn't bother
To tell me what to feel
To tell me what is real
It's not a lot I'm asking for

They'll kiss you in the evening, devils in disguise, and
Love you 'till the morning then vanish before your eyes
A walking disaster can also master
A graceful posture, but where's the dignity when

I wish I had a lover who'd keep it undercover
We could live our dreams, we'd sail on golden wings
I wish I had a lover, someone who wouldn't bother
To tell me what to feel
To tell me what is real

It wouldn't even matter
If you didn't even bother
To be more than a lover
It wouldn't even matter
If I didn't even bother
To believe in a forever
It wouldn't even matter
If you didn't even bother
To be more than a lover
It wouldn't even matter
If you didn't even bother
To be more than a lover
No, no, no