there are flowers in your hair on this Sunday you look back across the hall, back to your brother's friends like we did nothing
what do you want from me time, sex, money all i have right now's a broken soul but then your lips are on the line of \"you're a secret\" and \"you're mine\" and i know i'll give you more, and more, and more
are we getting back together in the same bed you tore me apart in, oh you know i'm sorry i am so tired of being discrete and right now i can't fight it right now i am trying not to say your favorite color in a song or which record you're all about 'cause you're still the one that everybody knows but not when the lights are out
you wear a gold cross just to take it off and i know you have your faith but that won't make you fall out of love
what do you want from me time, sex, secrecy \"all i ask is that nobody knows\" but then we're walking down the line and in a moment when you feel alive you say \"grab my hand and don't let go\"
are we getting back together in the same bed you tore me apart in, oh you know i'm sorry i am so tired of being discrete and right now i can't fight it right now i am trying not to say your favorite color or your name in a song or which record you're all about 'cause you're still the one that everybody knows but not when the lights are out, when the lights are out
we see what we want to see and i see you the floral safe, the 13 days, the balcony and every hotel room keep me safe keep me clean, are you who you want to be all skin and bones and little truth when i see you in august summer in los angeles we'll do what we always do, what we always do
are we getting back together in the same bed you tore me apart in, oh you know i'm sorry i am so tired of being discrete and right now i can't fight it right now i am trying not to say the places we go to fall in love again or the rich boy you live with now 'cause you're still the one that everybody knows but not when the lights are out, when the lights are out