Inventive in our poverty
My prayers [?] my past
I'm wearing down the battery
I hope to God it lasts
A reckoning, a gathering
A festival of hearts
A coronation of desires
My needs submerged by wants
Break the skin and bleed it out
Your secret's safe with me
[?] and when
We are safe and free
A thing traced along a face
I'll smile through the fog
Your [?] insufferable
But it won't be [?]
Break the skin and bleed it out
Your secret's safe with me
[?] and when
We are safe and free
Don't cry no tears, they're not for me
We sing when we are young
From Dallas down to [?]
This song will still be sung
Break the skin and bleed it out
Your secret's safe with me
[?] and when
We are safe and free
