Secrets

Hold me down don’t be scared to make a scene
Just sell it, sell it, we both know the sheets are clean
I told you once the other day, I said I wouldn’t care about
It anyway
Night-time and my demons become saints
You say it’s easy, (easy,) I say no, no, (no, no,) way
And though we might see God from these dizzy heights
You know it won’t be long before we’re out of sight
Go home, (Go home,) you don’t have to rot
Go home, (Go home,) you took your shot, you lost
You know we don’t have to do this anymore
We’ve danced around and around until our feet are sore
Morning and my demons came to stay
I tried, but I could not get them to stay away
So I’m looking into that demon eyes
I’ve got nowhere to run I’ve got nowhere to hide
Go home, (Go home,) you don’t have to rot
Go home, (Go home,) you took your shot, you lost