secret

I can remember those 2 am nights
and how I wanted them to never end
I was still so young back then
and the beauty of the night sky
and the music and the loving vibe
made everything alright

my life is pouring from my fingertips now
onto blinding white pages
that all of the sunlight of the day erases
with ink like my blood exposing my soul
the world's spinning out of control
and I'm composing myself aloud

don't ever let that winter day slip by
without that long-anticipated kiss
or something like cigarettes to pull you through it
anyway, because if the sky decides to fall
it's going to take a little more than a phone call
when you have to say goodbye

and you don't want the night to wait forever
pleading for mercy, forgiveness
I'm not sure that I'll get through this
if you're not with me under shattered daybreak
but probably by now it's a little too late
for all our secret, twisted, hidden endeavors
our secret, broken, silent endeavors