Secret No.8
Persistent and flaunting
I'm fully aware
The calling is haunting
But always fair
Now heading upstairs
Don't blow your cover
Heading upstairs alone
Be careful
The bullet didn't miss by much at all
Specific and bashful
Or nonchalant with despair
More flippant than agile
A secret we'll share
The finger was pointed at you
The gun became the guest
The finger gripped your life
The gun (the gun)
The gun did the rest
You're torn between affliction and the cure
You're torn between the price and the relevance
You've sworn that you'd be proper, but it all depends
Before the storm you have to head to shore
(We had a lot in common)
(Neither one could stop one)
Before the storm
You'll be forewarned (You will conform)
Or learn why storms are formed
Should've felt the body in another way
Should've been familiar with the same mistake
What's your forte
Sorry, but it's gone in vain
Couldn't feel my body in that mental state
A lot less to do, but I have much more to say
Blood, stain, caution tape
(Who rang, who rang?)
Sudden, but it couldn't wait
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Feint a way)
(Fain away)
(Hey)
A mark of passion is risky when missed (Hey)
Don't judge the accuracy by the hits (Hey)
Speak in secret or in foreign tongues (Hey)
Most chances taken are not worth their rush (Hey)
Been cursed to have them(Marks of passion)
I'm fully aware
The calling is haunting
But always fair
Now heading upstairs
Don't blow your cover
Heading upstairs alone
Be careful
The bullet didn't miss by much at all
Specific and bashful
Or nonchalant with despair
More flippant than agile
A secret we'll share
The finger was pointed at you
The gun became the guest
The finger gripped your life
The gun (the gun)
The gun did the rest
You're torn between affliction and the cure
You're torn between the price and the relevance
You've sworn that you'd be proper, but it all depends
Before the storm you have to head to shore
(We had a lot in common)
(Neither one could stop one)
Before the storm
You'll be forewarned (You will conform)
Or learn why storms are formed
Should've felt the body in another way
Should've been familiar with the same mistake
What's your forte
Sorry, but it's gone in vain
Couldn't feel my body in that mental state
A lot less to do, but I have much more to say
Blood, stain, caution tape
(Who rang, who rang?)
Sudden, but it couldn't wait
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Feint a way)
(Fain away)
(Hey)
A mark of passion is risky when missed (Hey)
Don't judge the accuracy by the hits (Hey)
Speak in secret or in foreign tongues (Hey)
Most chances taken are not worth their rush (Hey)
Been cursed to have them(Marks of passion)
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Writer(s): David Paul Jensen
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