Seeing Stars

Spit it out, the sad truth

One of many secrets we acquired in youth

My dirty clothes lately I keep them

In the luggage that you to gave me

With a little luck, one night

We'll drink together in a different light

Our heads down, our ears ring

We only see angels when we both believe

Take me, take mine, hide it away

Take me, take mine, hide it away

Spit it up, the right words

Of course we always keep them

Where we know it hurts

The little things you did too

I'd almost still believe if it weren't for you

Take me, take mine hide it away, hide it away

Take me, take mine hide it away, hide it away

You said, "Surround me when it's over

I can't stand it another night"

Forever now and definitely sober

When we stare in a different light

Spit it out, the sad truth

One of many secrets we acquired in youth

The right words lately I keep them

In the luggage that you gave to me

Take me, take my hurting away

Take me, take my hurting away, hurting away

Take me, take mine, hide it away

Take me take my hurting away, hide it away

So late

So late

So late

So late

So late