You couldn't talk me back   down or out of that, now   that I have found your secrets out.   No, I can't speak them. Oh I will,   I will keep them on my tongue.   I can hold them until you come back.   I'll pitch them into the black,   into the spaces that you have left.   Were all your best moments of protest silent?   With your hands folded across your chest,   there's no room left to hold your burdens.   No, I cant. I can't keep them... no I won't.   I can't pretend that I don't know   what you've been thinking anymore.   Cause there are no more secrets between us.   I can't speak them. Oh I will.   I will keep them on my tongue.   I will hold them until you come.