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
But 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