Bruce Dickinson - Cyclops

We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding into darkness, You could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking At the cameras eye? Where are you staying? Why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces The make up of the clown, Happy leaving traces, Of our childish background, Pointing at the sky, We can watch the stars You think you're all alone, But you never are They ain't watching you, They ain't watching you now, They ain't watching you, They ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking At the cameras eye? Political sleazes, Sexual divas, We watch your heart beat Through the cameras eye.