Secrets begin with moments of sin But i rarely feel guilty Questions deceive, the subtext reveals Where this is going ? Words are nothing to the moment Unfolding And then it comes Just over the shoulder That strange rush From cover to cover And when it comes It feels like a lover That strange rush Is taking me over Pleasures reside in places to hide But i barely feel guilty Moments away from making the play The curtain falling Motionless, i see the way it's going