Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts
And I know the signal of a straying heart
And I know the stirrings of a double cross
And I see suspicion arise around you

I know the chatter as it starts to creep
I know the walls as they ring and repeat
I know the secrets they were meant to keep
And I see suspicion arise

It's a shame
I know
But it all shakes out real slow
When all the follies of your weekend
Hang like smoke onto your clothes

And the shame of it grows
When you whisper it nice and low
But all the walls have ears my darling
And all bad things get known

And I know about you

I know the ceiling when it starts to burn
I know the season when it starts to turn
I know the patterns that the wicked learn
I see suspicion arise around you

I know the curtain and the way it falls
I know the burden and the pain it draws
I know you're sorry for something but I don't know why

Yeah it's a shame, I know
But it all shakes out real slow
When the follies of your weekend
Hang like smoke onto your clothes

And the shame of it grows
When you whisper it nice and low
But all the walls have ears my darling
And all bad things get known
And I know about you