We moved out here five years back when the coughing fits got bad
I propped you up with cushions and read you trashy novels
Sometimes we get fan mail in amongst the hate mail
They don't agree on anything but they all ask the same thing. they say

'Why do you hide yourself away out here?
What is it that fills you with so much fear
When there's so much going on?'

The rumours started spreading thanks to a nosy neighbour
He never liked us anyway, just thought he recognised you from
Some cheesy one off pop hit ,ironically the wrong one
We said goodbye politely but he kept on asking anyway. he said

'Why do you hide yourself away out here?
What is it that fills you with so much fear?
What's your secret?'

My friends have all stopped calling now
The only reason that they would
Is to find out if it's all true
They seem excited at the thought
Perhaps it means I'm not as dull
Perhaps it means I've hidden depths
But the phone calls don't reveal them
So they hang up and don't call again
What do I care?

You look like you are losing it out here.
I've got my world wide web cam on
Why not come back here where there are people who care?
You'd be amazed at what goes on
Why do you hide yourself away out here?
My lovers could be anyone, anyone
What is it that fills you with so much fear?

And there's so much, there's so much, there's so much, there's so much going on
There's so much, there's so much, there's so much, there's so much going on

But the web shows me what's back there and there's nothing that I love there
At least here I've got high walls to keep the bad things outside
I know what they say around here. 'he's nothing but an old queer
Who got up to all kinds of stuff. How could something like that be love?
How could something like that be love?