Besedila: Polly Paulusma. She Moves In Secret Ways.

On a river of sighs a boat came towards me
A flimsy disguise covered the devil
Who sang from a song sheet of how modern life?s a bore

In his choirboy's attire
He sang me the life to which good girls aspire
Where men in white coats
Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection
When she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways

Now the house is on fire, the rats are all screaming
The horses are tired, they think they?re still dreaming
?Cause the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind

So the devil sings higher
?Oh, just look at what you?re doing?
Yeah, he?s joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen
Who plan their sorry lives to the last day's end
But look at all the happy things that happen by accident

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection
When she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways

Days gone by, I thought I had it all
Filed in little boxes
Now I find I never had control
Just took little chances and won

Now the devil?s downstream, he?s singing to someone
My horses are free, they answer to no-one
Unbridled, untethered, they roam on the unmarked land

In my house, there?s a calm, a peace has descended
No need for alarm, it?s as she intended
I?m through with trying to fight the things I don?t understand
Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time

She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection
When she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways