| Behind the smile of confidence |
| somewhere you’ll find the wanted man |
| blank-faced and wary of conversation with himself. |
| Around the ring of confidence |
| they’re dancing to a different tune; |
| the others seem so confident, |
| why don’t you take a leaf from the storm we’re passing through? |
| In confidence we sail across the seven seas |
| to hide behind the veil — in confidence the key! |
| «I'm in good form, I’m feeling fine,» |
| responsibly how well you do — |
| there’s nothing I can say about |
| the usual cocktail of public faith and private taboo. |
| In confidence the trick is there for all to see — |
| In confidence the key! |
| Oh, don’t anyone let the cat out of the bag, |
| don’t anyone admit to human frailty. |
| Someone let the cat out of the bag. |
| Confidentially we learn we’re not alone, |
| in lack of confidence we’re not alone, |
| in lack of confidence we’re not alone. |
| Behind the smile of confidence |
| somewhere you’ll find the mortal man |
| waving his arms in some urgent secret semaphore… |
| So I’ll face the world with confidence, |
| I’ll toughen up my point of view, |
| what better way to live a life, |
| what other way can there be of seeing this thing through? |
| In confidence the trick, in confidence the game, |
| the thing that makes us tick — |
| in confidence the flame! |
| Inside the ring of confidence |
| somewhere you’ll find a stone-age man |
| lost in the forest with darkness falling, |
| striking his flint to hold back |
| the roaring, the alien, the world. |
| We are not alone. |