It was already a secret I could not say
Now I’ve added torment to the undisclosed
It seems that lately, baby, I’m count Dracula
And here I hold the secret letter of the day
Although I must say, somehow
I resemble Richie from the Royal Tenenbaums
You’re the sweetness that I have left behind
And still there is no doubt that we are meant to be
there really shouldn't be a question
but like desperation love runs so deep
sitting in your tent
we talked it over as a delicate situation
and you concluded with a response
that's innapropriate to the equation
Now that you’ve numbed yourself for all to see
Running from the things you’d rather not face
Seldom revisiting smiles and promises
Finding that I’m really quite easy to replace
Keeping composure
Holding in those thoughts leaving me to wonder
Giving me no choice but to take a guess
And miss completely for today’s secret number
So I veer so close to my demise
Through lack of life without you
And you know that it’s not what you want
Yet resolve is not what you pursue
So tell me what is it your shooting for
A tragic movie or a mind-numbing rerun
We love each other in secrecy
And the potential we may never know
It would seem such a romantic antidote
To add suspense to an intermission
Not to be the conclusion to a picture show
So when they ask me why I’m so sad
How will the secret play?
Perfect timing baby
Perfect timing I must say
