Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts And I know the signals of a straying heart And I know the stirrings of a double cross And I see suspicions 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 suspicions arise 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 I know the ceiling when it starts to burn And I know the season when it starts to turn And I know the patterns that the wicked learn And I see suspicions arise around you I know the curtain and the way it falls I know the burden and the pain it draws I know your sorry for something But I don't know why 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 daring And all bad things get known And I know about you