There is a secret place
underneath a tree
where if you go in haste
you will find a key.
The key will open doors,

and you will look inside.
The things that you will see
will open up your eyes.

At any given time,
on every other street,
the city comes to life
though everyone's asleep.
A man beats up his wife,
he doesn't wanna keep.
Behind closed doors
they're in retreat.

I don't know what makes me stay.
The city life just ain't the same.
There's something wrong with kids today.
I blame the parents anyway.
There's no hope,
no one to trust.
I can't cope.
It's obvious.
Please don't take my drugs away.
I'm gonna give them up someday.

There is a place somewhere
that I could call a home.
I'd live without a care.
I'd never be alone.
One day I will get there.
I feel it in my bones.
I check upon the scores.
I listen to The Corrs.
Behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors,
behind closed doors,
behind closed doors,
they still want more
behind closed doors.