Secrets Of The Heart

Staring out the glass of your tired sedan
Waiting at your door, leaning up against the jamb
Going all the way, make you sing to my guitar
It's late and i can't stay

The secrets of the heart

On the study floor with the words in your hands
You pull the hairpin out, now
And down pour the strands
But you were a mistake
You can sing to my guitar
It's late and i can't stay

The secrets of the heart