tell me all your secrets

i couldn't tell you all of mine, dear

just look in the skies (the ones in your eyes) and say sweet words, whisper'd sighs

tell me where you dream and roam -

the things you think of when you're left alone.

cos i've got a 

curious mind 

and i can see straight 

into yours

and there's a depth 

to your 

disdain 

that I think I've always known -

but if you say it out loud

(and the words they will come)

to turn away your 

madness

and

let your self

tide

un

-

done.