Secret
Messy hair, wide eyesBored as hell, simple lifeYeah, she's a cocktail waitressTo work then home, that's all she knows
She lives aloneTurns off her phoneShe locks her doorDraws the curtains, leave it all behind
A riddle, you can read itShe keeps it closed, keeps it locked upShe's living through a secretThe only thing that makes her feel
AliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, alive
Back to work next dayBrings the check, getting paidWell she's a cocktail waitressShe grabs her coat and shutting doors
She's setting offTurns of her phoneForgetting allThe only thing that makes her feel
AliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, alive
She's walking over creaky floorsShe hears the city pounding at the doorShe's never gonna let them knowAbout the only thing that makes her feel
AliveAlive, aliveAliveAlive, alive