Secrets - Mirrors

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