Conversations with Strangers(Litte Secrets)
So, tell me when does one draw the line
The circumstance becomes benign
Is this the way it tends to feel
Looking over all of this
Bet your ignorance is bliss
Need I remind you who your friends are
Looking for answers
But you never found a cure
So take your knife
So take your knife
So take your knife
Can you run it through me
One more time
Little secrets
It's all over my head
I'd rather be naive
Little secrets
It's all over my head
I'd rather be naive
I wonder what it's like to be like you
Always using and being used
You lack the confidence to set yourself apart
Cut the ties and start loose ends
The finaly just depends
On the always right as in you are
Looking for answers
But you never found a cure
So take your knife
So take your knife
So take your knife
Can you run it through me one more time
Little secrets
It's all over my head
I'd rather be naive
Little secrets
It's all over my head
I'd rather be naive
All the words that were said
Lucid - I see right through you
Lucid - I see right through you
Lucid - I see right through you
Lucid - I see right through you
Lucid - I can see right through your skin
This is the end