Sipping on your looks but you drink me in 
Pass over the flattery again 
It’s hanging heavy on my chest 
And it’s better left invisible for now 

Confessions are bouncing round my head 
So I add them to the archive 
Of things we've never said 
I lock them up with all the rest 
And it’s better left invisible for now 

If the rope we walk starts wobbling 
The river tide feels like [bad word] in 
I lock them up with all the rest 
It’s hanging heavy on my chest 
Though it’s tempting to confess 
It’s better left invisible for now