She’ll sing a West Side song,
You could be the boy in the film;
Heaven is a secret.
Where are the West Side boys,
Fighting on the scaffold of love?
Scripted pleasures made forever,
Easier said then done together.

Heaven is a secret,
It’s a passion,
It’s a long way over there;
Far from her arms tonight.

Here in her model home,
Listen to the call of the wild;
Heaven is a secret.
Facts are an awful shame,
The shadow of a doubtful affair.
Scripted pleasures made forever,
Easier said than done together.

Heaven is a secret,
It’s a passion,
It’s a long way over there;
Far from her arms tonight.

Act one’s the same as you read in the book,
Could this be the thing that they shout about?
No more in distress, now it’s rushed through the door,
And you can’t believe that the secret’s out.
Scripted pleasures made forever,
Easier said than done together.

Heaven is a secret,
It’s a passion,
It’s a long way over there;
Far from her arms tonight, far from her arms tonight.