Honesty is out of style
So hammer in the coffin nails
A message sent across to land

With kisses for you

We'll tell them nothing

Our little secret
They'll never make us, ever open up


Tradition in and out the door
Family our fatal flaw
A future frameless in design

A seamless concept

We'll tell them nothing

Our little secret
They'll never make us
Ever open up

Never break our trust
Until we're coffin dust


When this feeling fades
It'll all seem like a waste


The fragile bond has shaken loose
This secret love a shrinking noose
Suffocated on the truth

Left with nothing