Letra de 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