You spilled, your shame; into, my trust; you feel, relieved; I feel, exhaust; and now I can't tell a soul....
Years..., gone by...; I've been, tongue tied; I've leant, my ears; to quell, your fears; the truth... is known... to no... one....
(Chorus: We know less..., and less...; and time will increase it; and how do I, keep all these secrets; you didn't ask, if I would like to have; the burden of, your torrid past; you didn't care; how it would affect me...).
(Break).
I was raised, in a home; where mums, the word; where guilt, confessions; changed my world; the paradigm... was shifted....
Now it makes, me think; the truth, is few; and far, be-tween; what's real, is seen; in subtle, knowing... glances....