Secret

Messy hair, wide eyes

Bored her self, symbolized

Yeah she's a cocktail waitress

The work then holds, thats all she knows

She lives alo-o-one

Turns off her phone

She locks her door

Draw the curtains, leave it all behind

A little you can read it

She keeps it close, keeps it locked locked up

She's living through a secret

The only thing

that makes her feel...

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive

Alive, alive

Back to work next day

Brings the check, getting paid

Well she's a cocktail waitress

She grabs her coat and shutting doors

She's setting off

Turns of her phone

Forgetting all

The only thing

that makes her feel...

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive

Alive, alive

She's walking over creaky floors

She hears the city pounding at the door

She's never gonna let them know

about the only thing

(that makes her feel)

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive

Alive, alive