Let's just pretend that this is something that it's not
We're more than strangers getting heavy in the dark
We tell our secrets we don't keep it locked inside
And in the morning we can both go and divide
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
Every saint and every soldier has a secret in their shed
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
There's an angel in your attic and a demon in your bed
I tell you everything I don't want you to know
You whisper things to keep the devil down below
We part our ways and we go back to our own kin
With just my silhouette to judge you for your sins
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
Every saint and every soldier has a secret in their shed
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
There's an angel in your attic and a demon in your bed
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
Every saint and every soldier has a secret in their shed
You don't have to hide it
Would you get it through your head
There's an angel in your attic and a demon in your bed