Στοίχοι: Bruce Dickinson. Balls To Picasso. 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 camera's eye?

Where are you staying?
Why are you leaving?
We watch you breathing
Through the camera's 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

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking
At the camera's eye?

Where are you staying?
Why are you leaving?
We watch you breathing
Through the camera's eye

They ain't watching you
They ain't watching you now
They ain't watching you
They ain't watching you now

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 camera's eye?

Political sleazes
Sexual Divas
We watch your heart beat
Through the camera's eye

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking
At the camera's eye?

Political sleazes
Sexual Divas
We watch your heart beat
Through the camera's eye